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I'm a bit like a soldier |
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In the way |
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I wear no uniform |
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And choose not to fight |
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And fight all night |
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For some other cause |
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I'm a bit like the grave digger |
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Who wields no shovel |
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And digs no hole |
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But leaves the bodies to rot |
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In the places that they stand |
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For some other cause |
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I'm a bit like the pack mule |
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Carrying no load |
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Into the canyons of your jive |
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For some other cause |
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I'm a bit like the freelance fence painter |
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Then eyes your backside as you leave |
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For some other cause |
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I'm a bit like the peephole |
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That falls in love with all the eyes |
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That look through |
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Watching major things unfold |
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From minor flaws |
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For some other cause (Have Mercy) |
