The ray of spring plays in the window
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Reflects his cockade
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You cleaned your boots and put on a new uniform
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Before the eyes of the house and nothing more
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That's all the demobilization home is now the road
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Sing songs on airplanes, trains under vodka.
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You open the door, hug your mother at the very threshold,
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And then sing with the boys in the park.
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The last time you walk along the parade ground,
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A clear step, oh, I would rather forget
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With a dull look, the spirits escort to the gate,
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After all, it's much more fun behind the gates.
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That's all the demobilization home is now the road
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Sing songs on airplanes, trains under vodka.
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You open the door, hug your mother at the very threshold,
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And then sing with the boys in the park.
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100 days passed before the order,
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Only 2 hours until order
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The order is signed drink, walk, have fun
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To the fullest and forget about the brakes
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That's all the demobilization home is now the road
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Sing songs on airplanes, trains under vodka.
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You open the door, hug your mother at the very threshold,
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And then sing with the boys in the park.
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Through KP and you are a free man
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Through KP and another life swept
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And all the way, you only dream about one thing in the compartment, that your girl will wait for you
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That's all the demobilization home is now the road
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Sing songs on airplanes, trains under vodka.
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You open the door, hug your mother at the very threshold,
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And then sing with the boys in the park. |