| When the time comes put my feet in the water
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| It’s not as warm as I expect
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| Will I go down like a preacher’s son
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| Or will I come back up like a world war vet?
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| Will I watch my brothers die
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| Or speak true words into their lives?
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| Will I hold them close and tell them why
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| The life they lead was sacrifice
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| I don’t know much
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| But I know about love and how it hurts me to give up
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| It hurts me to give up
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| When the time comes put my hands on the table
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| They are examined for that they are
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| A long life line that’s been cut short
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| By the road, the time, the battle scars
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| Would I would give to be back home
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| Where the sun sets over the water
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| Someone save me from these preacher’s sons
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| Save me from their daughters
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| Still I don’t know much
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| But I know about love and how it hurts me to give up
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| It hurts me to give up
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| Why do we always say we’re fine
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| When it’s obviously we’re lying?
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| Why don’t we ever tell the truth
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| What do we got to lose?
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| And I don’t know much
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| But I know about love and how it hurts me to give up
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| It hurts me to give up
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| And I don’t know much
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| But I know about love and how it hurts me to give up
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| It hurts me to give up |