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Sound the bells in the town, for the soldiers have come back around |
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Just to find that there's nothing left |
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And the girl in the dress wears her hair in a permanent mess |
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So that no one can see her eyes wet |
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She had waited for months, 'til she falsely heard that her soldier was crushed |
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And her world came crashing down |
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But he was still on the battlefield, trying to pretend that it wasn't real |
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And holding a picture of her as men fell to the ground |
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Sinking hands on the gun, and she's the only one |
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Who can save him today |
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But they're pushed and pulled apart, at the seams of worn hearts |
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Thrown into the dark of the night, to join in the fight |
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So he's feeling her heart, and it takes him right back to the start |
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Like a bottled letter out to sea |
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And the fog seems to rise, for all he can see is Lillian's eyes |
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On a bright September's day |
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He laid down to rest his bones, and when he awoke, all the bullets had blown |
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And the bodies; oh the bodies fell still |
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Now he saw the only way: walk through the valley all night and all day |
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Hoping to follow his feet back to her |
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Sinking hands on the gun, and she's the only one |
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Who can save him today |
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But they're pushed and pulled apart, at the seams of worn hearts |
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Thrown into the dark of the night, to join in the fight |
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(Johnny walk a little bit faster |
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Get back to the woman you love) |
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But they're pushed and pulled apart, at the seams of worn hearts |
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Thrown into the dark of the night, to join in the fight |
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(Johnny walk a little bit faster |
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Get back to the woman you love) |
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But they're pushed and pulled apart, at the seams of worn hearts |
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Thrown into the dark of the night, to join in the fight |
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(Johnny walk a little bit faster |
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Get back to the woman you love) |
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Pushed and pulled apart |
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Pushed and pulled apart |
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(Johnny walk a little bit faster |
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Get back to the woman you love) |
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Pushed and pulled apart |
