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I loved the world when we were poor, when winter banged on summer's door and pain was april rain upon my skin. |
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I sheltered as each friend was tamed and shackled by the wedding game, now life has left this stain upon my skin. |
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Soldier boy, soldier on |
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Your eyes are cold and the spark has gone. |
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My blackest days were bandaged white I prayed upon my darkest night, |
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And bible dreams the lives of former whores. |
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I slept beside this angry calm, kept faith alive and far from harm, |
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Torn I've lived, I'll die a boy stillborn. |
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Soldier boy, soldier on |
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Your eyes are cold and the spark has gone. |
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They've chosen you to bear the stain |
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But God has left this world bereft and the scars remain. |
