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The soldier asked my name and did I come here very often |
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Well I thought that he was asking me to dance |
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In my holey coat and hat and him in his red bonnet |
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We'd have made a lovely couple but we never had the chance |
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And now you say that you've got to go |
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Well if you must you must |
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I suppose that you need the sleep of the just |
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Well it was a powerful day and there were black crows in the road |
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And I kept my strong opinions to my chest |
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I suppose I should have told them that I was on fire for you |
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When the bus burst into flames outside some place, 'The Poet's Rest' |
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And now you say that you've got to go |
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Well if you must you must |
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I suppose that you need the sleep of the just |
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A girl woke up in a naked light and said "Oh no not again" |
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He even looked like her brother in the army but she never mentions him |
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He'll be tucked up in his bed tonight with his dirty-pictures girl |
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Saying, 'You're some mother's daughter you know or is it immaterial girl?' |
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Now she's pinned up upon the barracks wall in her home town |
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All the soldiers taking turns with their attentions |
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And as they speculate what she'd look like beneath that thin nightgown |
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His family pride was rising up as he cast his eyes down |
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And now you say that you've got to go |
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Well if you must you must |
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I suppose that you need the sleep of the just |