The moon lights up over the battlefield now,
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With a blistering heat somehow
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Lifeless and broken heart to death,
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they should have just stayed home instead
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stayed alive.
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We'll let her rice
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We gliss on some others eyes
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She wonders where when and why
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She could have tucket him in his bed,
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with a kiss on the cheek and his head
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He'd still lay
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[Chorus]
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Well the moon and the stars can't cast shadows on what is wrong
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well my boys are dead, living is lead.
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Nothing more
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The sun wakes up, bring sparkles in the morning light,
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Rubbs a belly bouncer head to cry, she lost him before they were wed
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but he's there in her heart and her head, he's still alive
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[Chorus]
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Well the moon and the stars can't cast shadows of what is wrong
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dead, living is lead.
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Nothing more
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Oh the moon lights up over the battlefield now.
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Ballad Of A Dead Man
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The White Buffalo |