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If it must be done, listen son |
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Should no one stand to shake your hand |
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Here's what I learned from the fallen rank |
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It's a road of bones and you get no thanks |
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When I was young, with pockets deep |
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I gave a sum to a friend in need |
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I lost the rest to the central bank |
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It's a road of bones and you get no thanks |
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My love was caught in a winter storm |
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I gave my coat to keep her warm |
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Her eyes did close, my heart sank |
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It's a road of bones and you get no thanks |
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So if you came here for the accolades |
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You're a foot too short and a lifetime too late |
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There are no sweet words to wash your face |
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Or to carry you back home, unless they are your own |
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If it must be done, listen son |
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Should no one stand to shake your hand |
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Here's what I learned from the file and rank |
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It's a road of bones and you get no thanks |
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It's a road of bones and you get no thanks |
