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There were flags flyin' high, bright polished brass that dazzled the eye |
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The hot crowded street is covered by feet, kicking dust on the sky |
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She's standing there, the sun in her hair, she's wavin' to me |
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We're heroes today, I heard someone say, tonight home's where we'd be. |
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The word comes down, the column winds its way from town |
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Goodbye sweet Anna Lee, my love. |
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Baby, baby, now something ain't right |
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Clouds of thunder roll into sight |
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Overhead there's a mighty light |
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Baby, baby, now something ain't right. |
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The smoke hangs heavy on the ground, hiding the sun |
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The burning sky is on the run. |
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Baby, baby, now something ain't right |
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There's a pain burning deep inside |
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And my legs just can't hold their stride |
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Baby, baby, now something ain't right. |
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There were flags flyin' high, bright polished brass that dazzled the eye |
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She's standin' there, the sun in her hair, she's wavin' to me |
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Oh she's wavin' to me, oh she's wavin' to me. |
