| It’s the Bonnie and Clyde days
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| Where the girls wear curls and lace
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| And the boys can’t stand the pace of war
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| It’s not the war but the cause the country’s fighting for
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| The seed of discontent is sown
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| They’re burning card back home, back home
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| The old folks just can’t ignore
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| The posters with ink anymore
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| I’m not sure what to think
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| Now I wonder why I’m on this foreign shore
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| To find peace of mind
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| For now I walk alone
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| Amd it’s no better to leave than stay
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| And give more than I had to give
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| My life was not my own the wife I’ve never known
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| I may never know I may never go back home
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| To the land of the free, back home
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| To the land of the free back home
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| Would there be a place for me back home back home?
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| Well I always wonder why
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| Will they take me when I die back home |