There's a ladder tear in my high ideals
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Like I took a chair on the battlefield
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And any noble fire that was burning in my chest
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Is acid in my belly at the very best
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There's a bayonet in my family things
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It was made in the USA to defend the King
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And though the sinew, the thrust
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And all the bones it splintered are dust
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It's passed from hand to hand with the wedding rings
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Oh, settle down little heart of mine
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Oh, settle down, you do double time
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You're so far away but she's right here by your side
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Oh, settle down little heart of mine, ooh
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High Ideals
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