When the time comes put my feet in the water,
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it's not as warm as I expect
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Will I go down like a preacher's son,
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or will I come back up like a world war vet?
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Will I watch my brothers die,
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or speak true words into their lives?
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Will I hold them close and tell them why,
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the life they lead was sacrifice.
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I don't know much,
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but I know about love and how it hurts me to give up
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It hurts me to give up
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When the time comes put my hands on the table,
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they are examined for that they are
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A long life line that's been cut short,
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by the road, the time, the battle scars
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Would I would give to be back home,
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where the sun sets over the water
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Someone save me from these preacher's sons,
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save me from their daughters
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Still I don't know much,
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but I know about love and how it hurts me to give up
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It hurts me to give up
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Why do we always say we're fine,
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when it's obvious we're lying?
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Why don't we ever tell the truth,
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what do we got to lose?
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And i don't know much,
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but I know about love and how it hurts me to give up
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It hurts me to give up
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And I don't know much,
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but I know about love and how it hurts me to give up
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It hurts me to give up
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When The Time Comes
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| The Classic Crime |
