I'm just and ageing drummer boy
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And in the wars I used to play
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And I've called the tune
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To many a torture session
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Now they say I am a war criminal
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And I'm fading away
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Father please hear my confession
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I have legalised robbery
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Called it a belief
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I have run with the money
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And hid like a theif
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I have re-written history
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With my armies and my crooks
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Invented memories
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I did burn all the books
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And I can still hear his laughter
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And I can still hear his song
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The man's too big
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The man's too strong
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Well I have tried to be meek
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And I have tried to be mild
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But I spat like a woman
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And sulked like a child
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I have lived behind walls
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That have made me alone
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Striven for peace
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Which I have never known
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And I can still hear his laughter
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And I can still hear his song
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The man's too big
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The man's too strong
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Well the sun rose on the courtyard
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And they all did hear him say
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'You always were a Judas
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But I got you anyway
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You may have got your silver
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But I swear upon my life
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Your sister gave me diamonds
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And I gave them to your wife'
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Oh father please help me
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For I have done wrong
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The man's too big
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The man's too strong
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The Man's Too Strong
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| Dire Straits |
