| So does the ink dry out
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| So does the singing mouth get sung up
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| So does the new headline no longer reach the town
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| So does the rosy fire of the horizon fade into dull grey
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| While the trees out by the parking lot get greener with the rain
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| On a dazzling field of blue
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| She comes sailing into view
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| All around her engines scream and guns unload
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| Comes Indiana through the smoke
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| Indiana through the smoke
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| But you were bigger than life
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| You were giant, you were earth-size
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| And now you’re mostly just your mind
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| And your dim eyes, and your fractured spine
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| And you’re sailing to the great unknown
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| But you’ve gotta go alone there
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| You can’t even take your childhood bride
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| But it’s okay that she’s crying
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| With her OS2U fleet
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| Anti-aircraft battery
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| She is occupied by 1800 souls
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| Comes Indiana through the smoke
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| Indiana through the smoke
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| And this great big buzzing death-hole swells
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| At the corner of the carpet
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| Nurses going in and out
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| Well they all just step around it
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| And the room is moving in so close
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| As some moment’s coming nearer
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| And your story’s coming out so slow
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| But I come closer and can hear her
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| And she steams out Casco Bay
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| Part of Task Force 58
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| And the young men 'board her all are brave and bold
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| Comes Indiana through the smoke
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| Indiana through the smoke
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| She won’t sink or run aground
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| She won’t turn back, she won’t back down
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| When you find your time to finally let go
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| Comes Indiana through the smoke
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| Indiana through the smoke |