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Lysistrata, open up the bedroom door |
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What is the matter, ain't you in love with me no more? |
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I enlisted in the army today, |
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One more time before i march away |
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Make me feel like a big strong man |
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You say you don't care about my pride, |
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You love me too much just to let me die, |
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And you won't let me come inside |
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Unless i don't go to war no more |
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Lysistrata, little boys like to have their fun, |
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And you know i gotta put on my colors and get my gun |
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Every able bodied man that i know, |
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Every patriot is packed to go |
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Won't you give me a last goodbye |
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I'll be sent off to a distant land, |
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To spill my blood upon some foreign sand, |
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And i may die by an enemy's hand |
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And then i won't go to war no more |
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Send the boys all back to the farm |
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Tell the troops it was a false alarm, |
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'cause if i die i want to be in your arms, |
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And so i won't go to war, no i won't go to war, |
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Said i won't go to war no more |
