I could tell he'd had a tough life
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By the way he sat and stared
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And me, I'd come to push and shove
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So I pulled up a chair.
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We talked of roads untraveled
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We talked of love untrue
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Of strings that come unraveled
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We were kings and kindred fools
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And just when I'd hit bottom
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That old man raised his glass
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And said at least we had our chances
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There's those who never have.
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So here's to all the soldiers
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Who have ever died in vain
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The insane locked up in themselves
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The homeless down on Main
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To those who stand on empty shores
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And spit against the wind
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And those who wait forever
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For ships that don't come in.
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He said it's only life's illusions
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That bring us to this bar
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To pick up these old crutches
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And compare each other's scars
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'Cuz the things we're calling heartache
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Hell, they're hardly worth our time
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We bitch about a dollar
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When there's those without a dime.
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And as he ordered one last round
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He said I guess we can't complain
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God made life a gamble
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And we're still in the game.
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So here's to all the soldiers
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Who have ever died in vain
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The insane locked up in themselves
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The homeless down on Main
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To those who stand on empty shores
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And spit against the wind
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And those who wait forever
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For ships that don't come in.
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Ships That Don't Come In
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Joe Diffie |