So the air's getting colder, and the news keeps us scared.
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I still wrestle this summer, from the bones of our tired, blistered hands.
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Cause tonight we got drinks, 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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He's got a great idea, like he's making a memory.
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Wake up and come out to the car,
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There's an east swell comin and its 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 brothers hand.
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So we make jokes back home, and we lighten the mood.
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But growin up my parents saw, what sending a kid to fight could really do.
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Now with the war, I can tell they're a little shook up.
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Just a few mother's sons, will never really be enough.
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Not until 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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Wake up and come out to the car,
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There's an east swell comin and its 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 brothers hand
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