| To the bitter end I have fought alone
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| Now this cavalry is coming home
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| Like a motorcade lost in tickertape
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| I have felt my way to you again
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| On any other day there’d be a marching band
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| But I stole away before they cut me down
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| What say we go, meet by the well?
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| Don’t tell a soul, this is our time…
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| And we can lay low tonight; |
| no I don’t have the will to fight
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| My president or his designs; |
| you & me coulda been fine, you & me were gonna be
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| Fine…
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| Cos you knew me when I was wide awake
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| Now I sleep all day, oh my mistake!
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| Oh any other day, there’d be a marching band
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| But I stole away before the curtain fell
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| What say we go, meet by the well?
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| Don’t tell a soul, this is our time…
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| Yeah we can lay low tonight; |
| no I don’t have the will to fight
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| My President or his designs; |
| you & me coulda been fine, you & me were gonna be
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| Fine
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| In time, inside, here comes the falling rain
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| In time, inside, here comes the pouring rain
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| In time, inside, here comes the falling rain
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| In time, inside, here comes the poison rain
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| Yeah we can lay low tonight; |
| no I don’t have the will to fight
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| My President or his denials; |
| you & me coulda been fine
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| Oh we can lay low tonight; |
| we can set the flag alight
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| We’re clawing back the time, when youth was on our side
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| You & me coulda been fine, you & me were gonna be fine |