| I’ve got my clipboard, text books
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| Lead me to the station
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| Yeah, I’m off to the civil war
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| I’ve got my kit bag, my heavy boots
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| I’m runnin’in the rain
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| Gonna run till my feet are raw
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| Slip kid, slip kid, second generation
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| And I’m a soldier at thirteen
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| Slip kid, slip kid, realization
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| There’s no easy way to be free
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| No easy way to be free
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| It’s a hard, hard world
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| I left my doctor’s prescription bungalow behind me I left the door ajar
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| I left my vacuum flask
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| Full of hot tea and sugar
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| Left the keys right in my car
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| Slip kid, slip kid, second generation
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| Only half way up the tree
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| Slip kid, slip kid, I’m a relation
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| I’m a soldier at sixty-three
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| No easy way to be free
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| Slip kid, slip kid
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| Keep away old man, you won’t fool me You and your history won’t rule me You might have been a fighter, but admit you failed
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| I’m not affected by your blackmail
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| You won’t blackmail me
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| I’ve got my clipboard, text books
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| Lead me to the station
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| Yeah, I’m off to the civil war
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| I’ve got my kit bag, my heavy boots
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| I’m runnin’in the rain
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| Gonna run till my feet are raw
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| Slip kid, slip kid, slip out of trouble
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| Slip over here and set me free
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| Slip kid, slip kid, second generation
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| You’re slidin down the hill like me No easy way to be free
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| No easy way to be free
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| No easy way to be free |