| When I came home from the Anzio shore
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| I got me a job at a Shiretown store
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| I married up quick, we had the one son
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| My limit was hit and my race was run
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| We raised him right and we put him through school
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| With a gentle embrace and an iron rule
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| Our world was shattered when we lost our son
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| To the business end of a gangster’s gun
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| How do you go from the Bernhardt Line
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| To chasing anonymous ships in the night?
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| How do you live with a lingering ghost?
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| With a run on the banks
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| With a run on the banks
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| When they buried my boy of 22 years
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| I swore I’d do more than choke on my tears
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| So I hardened up my heart, took up the oath
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| And looked for ways to avenge us both
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| Me and his mother, we never were the same
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| She left me one spring and I am to blame
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| I forgot about living, forgot about her
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| Forgot about love and the way things were
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| How do you go from the Bernhardt Line
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| To chasing anonymous ships in the night?
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| How do you live with a lingering ghost?
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| With a run on the banks
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| With a run on the banks
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| Sixteen guns, 25 kilos
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| A couple thousand rounds when we run her aground
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| The crew bailed out and headed for the hills
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| With a barrel of blow and a mountain of pills
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| No arrest in her majesty’s waters
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| No victory for the mothers and fathers
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| Of the young and the damned
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| The guilty walk free
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| To continue their trade on a cruel black sea
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| How do you go from the Bernhardt Line
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| To chasing anonymous ships in the night?
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| How do you live with a lingering ghost?
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| With a run on the banks
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| With a run on the banks |