We met as soul mates on Parris Island
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We left as inmates from an asylum
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And we were sharp, as sharp as knives
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And we were so gung ho to lay down our lives
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We came in spastic like tameless horses
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We left in plastic as numbered corpses
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And we learned fast to travel light
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Our arms were heavy but our bellies were tight
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We had no home front, we had no soft soap
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They sent us Playboy, they gave us Bob Hope
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We dug in deep and shot on sight
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And prayed to Jesus Christ with all our might
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We had no cameras to shoot the landscape
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We passed the hash pipe and played our Doors tapes
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And it was dark, so dark at night-night-night-night
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And we held on to each other, like brother to brother
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We promised our mothers we'd write
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And we would all go down together, we said we'd all go down together
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Yes we would all go down together
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Remember Charlie, remember Baker
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They left their childhood on every acre
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And who was wrong? And who was right? right? right? right?
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It didn't matter in the thick of the fight
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We held the day in the palm of our hand
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And they ruled the night, and the night, seemed to last as long as¡¦
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6 wks. on Parris Island, we held the coastline, they held the highlands
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And they were sharp, as sharp as knives-knives-knives-knives
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They heard the hum of our motors, they counted the rotors
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And waited for us to arrive
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And we would all go down together, we said we'd all go down together
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Yes we would all go down together
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Goodnight Saigon (12 Gardens Live)
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Billy Joel |