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One, two, three, four |
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Five, six, seven, eight |
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I've got my clipboard, text book |
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Lead me to the station |
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Yeah, I'm off to the civil war |
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I've got my kit bag, my heavy boots |
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I'm running in the rain |
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Gonna run till my feet are raw |
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Slip kid, slip kid, second generation |
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And I'm a soldier at thirteen |
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Slip kid, slip kid, realization |
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There's no easy way to be free |
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No easy way to be free |
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It's a hard, hard world |
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I left my doctor's prescription |
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Bungalow behind me I left the door ajar |
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I left my vacuum flask full of hot tea and sugar |
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Left the keys right in my car |
