Soft parachutes
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Fourth of July
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Villages burning
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Returning
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The bodies all laid in a line
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Like soft parachutes
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Last year as a senior
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In Emerson High school
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I had me a girlfriend
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We used to get high
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Now I am flyin
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Down some Vietnam highway
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Don’t ask me the reason
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God only knows why
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Soft parachutes
|
Fourth of July
|
Villages burning
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Returning
|
The bodies all laid in a line
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Like soft parachutes
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Soft parachutes
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| Paul Simon |
