| The muscle and bone — they encase my heart but never touch my soul.
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| I’ll save that for the water and its shore, fear makes friends with joy.
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| And I’ll march slowly and I’ll never forget
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| How the music stopped or the feel of your breath. |
| (four times)
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| The flesh and the blood — they keep my body warm but still my mind is cold.
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| To know what’s fair is not always fair, but what proves real will never flee.
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| And I’ll march slowly and I’ll never forget
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| How that black dress fell upon your white neck.
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| Grand Isle rests quiet this time of year
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| And I know you will be leaving soon my dear |