| Got a song in my head
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| I can taste the color red
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| Oh babe you’ve been gone
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| It is warm here in Saigon
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| Oh you brothers
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| Tell the sisters
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| And the mothers
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| And our dead fathers
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| Though in war we are lovers
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| We kill for our dead… fathers
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| It is wrong what they do here
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| So we change the colour to blue
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| Shed their blood red and warm
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| Summer in Saigon
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| Oh, my god
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| Won’t you please
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| Sayonara, Saigon
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| So long, everyone
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| Sayonara, Saigon
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| So long, everyone
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| Many cried in the west
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| For the brothers left back in the east
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| Oh darling, please take me home
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| In arms of a man
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| I miss my wife, she understands
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| I’m dying lonesome
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| Sayonara, Saigon
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| So long, everyone
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| Sayonara, Saigon
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| So long, everyone
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| Got a song, in my head
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| I can taste the color red
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| Oh babe now you’ve been gone
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| It is warm here in Saigon
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| Remember me I fought for you
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| But what do you feel what do you do
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| Jeez Louise my little one
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| I will never have your son
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| But it ain’t right, the things they do
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| So we change the color to blue
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| Shed their blood, red and warm
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| Summer in Saigon
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| Oh my god
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| Won’t you please
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| Sayonara, Saigon
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| So long, everyone
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| Sayonara, Saigon
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| So long, everyone |