do you remember, remember D. Boon
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part of what he was is a part of me nowand if you think back, where would he be
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where would I be if time had allowed
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this isn't written for any one manit's about me
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this isn't written for anyone alivejust the songs that he sang
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I've been toldthat it's a waste of time
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well, so what
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will it be worth mine
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and if Managua's bullets don't flyyoung men still would die for glory
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or for their countries
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it's just me and Jay
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playing our guitars along with it all
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this isn't written for any one manit's about me
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this isn't written for anyone alivejust the songs that he sang
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and I'm not old
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so I've got nothing but time to wastewill it be worth mine
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D. Boon
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| Uncle Tupelo |
