So the air is getting colder and the news keeps us scared
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I still wrestle this summer from the bones of our tired and blistered hands
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'Cause tonight we got drinks with just a couple of friends
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And the girl that my brother likes is finally talking to him
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And his chest is all swelled like he's proud and happy
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Like he's got a great idea, like he's making a memory
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Chorus:
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Wake up and and come out to the car
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There's an East swell coming and it's howling off shore
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And we'll be lying like lions out in the sand
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But I'll be dead before you put a gun in my brother's hands
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So we make jokes back home and we lighten the mood
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But growing up my parents saw what sending a kid to fight can really do
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And now with the war, I can tell they're a little shook up
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'Cause just a few mother's sons will never really be enough
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Not 'til half of our names are etched out in the wall
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And the other half ruined from the things we saw
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Chorus x 2
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Untitled 3 (Kevin Divine Forgot to Sing on His Own Master)
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