| Well I found a bunch of letters
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| That were written for the fella who broke your momma’s heart
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| And the envelope folds, smelled of her ancient perfume
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| I’ll bet she didn’t know
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| How to respond before the blankets of snow
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| Caught him out wandering alone
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| With no place to go
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| There were stars in the sky
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| There were houses on the hill
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| And there bottles of pills that were easy to buy
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| To keep her warm from the oncoming storm
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| Well I found them in the northwest corner of the attic in a box
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| Labeled «tinsel and lights»
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| Didn’t know what I was I looking for
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| Maybe just a blanket or artifacts
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| Eisenhower sent him to war
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| He kept her picture in his pocket that was closest to his heart
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| And when he hit shore
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| Must have been a target for the gunman
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| There were stars in the sky
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| There were bunkers on the hill and there were caskets to fill
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| Where he will lie
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| Shrouded in the red white and blue with the stripes
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| There were stars in the sky
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| There were houses on the hill
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| And there were bottles of pills that were easy to buy
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| To keep her warm from the oncoming storm |