| Well with buck shot eyes and a purple heart
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| I rolled down the national stroll
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| and with a big fat paycheck
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| strapped to my hip sack
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| and a shore leave wristwatch underneath
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| my sleeve
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| in a Hong Kong drizzle on Cuban heels
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| I rowed down the gutter to the Blood Bank
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| and I d left all my papers on the Ticonderoga
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| and was in a bad need of a shave
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| and so I slopped at the corner on cold chow mein
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| and shot billards with a midget
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| until the rain stopped
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| and I bought a long sleeved shirt
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| with horses on the front
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| and some gum and a lighter and a knife
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| and a new deck of cards (with girls on the back)
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| and I sat down and wrote a letter to my wife
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| and I said Baby, I m so far away from home
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| and I miss my Baby so I can t make it by myself
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| I love you so Well I was pacing myself
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| trying to make it all last
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| squeezing all the life
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| out of a lousy two day pass
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| and I had a cold one at the Dragon
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| with some Filipino floor show
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| and talked baseball with a lieutenant
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| over a Singapore sling
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| and I wondered how the same moon outside
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| over this Chinatown fair
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| could look down on Illinois
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| and find you there
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| and you know I love you Baby
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| and I m so far away from home
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| and I miss my Baby so I can t make it by myself
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| I love you so Shore Leave…
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| Shore Leave… |