| I got your letter today
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| And I miss you all so much here
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| I can’t wait to see you all
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| And I’m counting the days here
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| I still believe that there’s gold
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| At the end of the world
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| And I’ll come home to Illinois
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| On the day after tomorrow
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| It is so hard and it’s cold here
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| And I’m tired of taking orders
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| And I miss old Rockford town
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| Up by the Wisconsin border
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| What I miss, you won’t believe
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| Shovelling snow and raking leaves
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| And my plane will touch down
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| On the day after tomorrow
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| I close my eyes every night
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| And I dream that I can hold you
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| They fill us full of lies, everyone buys
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| 'Bout what it means to be a soldier
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| I still don’t know how I’m supposed to feel
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| 'Bout all the blood that’s been spilled
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| Will god on this throne
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| Get me back home
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| On the day after tomorrow
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| You can’t deny, the other side
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| Don’t want to die anymore then we do
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| What I’m trying to say is don’t they pray
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| To the same god that we do?
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| And tell me how does god choose?
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| Whose prayers does he refuse?
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| Who turns the wheel?
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| Who throws the dice?
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| On the day after tomorrow
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| I am not fighting, for justice
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| I am not fighting, for freedom
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| I am fighting, for my life
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| And another day in the world here
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| I just do what I’ve been told
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| We’re just the gravel on the road
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| And only the lucky ones come home
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| On the day after tomorrow
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| And the summer, it too will fade
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| And with it brings the winter’s frost dear
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| And I know we too are made
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| Of all the things that we have lost here
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| I’ll be 21 today
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| I been saving all my pay
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| And my plane will touch down
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| On the day after tomorrow
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| And my plane it will touch down
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| On the day after tomorrow |