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When i go will my mother know? |
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Will my brother know I tried? |
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Will the government send them my old pens |
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And the letter I tried to write? |
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Will my dad as he cries all night |
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Will he still believe we're right? |
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As I'm drinking blood from a silver cup |
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With these men who chose to die. |
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When I go will my mother cry? |
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Will my brother want to die? |
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As i'm drinking up an amber stout |
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With this god I've heard so much about. |
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When I go will you be ashemed? |
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Will you still recall my name with pain? |
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Can't wait to see you hang, |
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See you hang. |
