| With a knock knock and my eyes come open.
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| I light a match and orange fills the room.
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| The candle light dancing off the walls and the movements enough to wake her up.
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| The men are outside with their torches.
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| I hear the hooves of the horses I must lead.
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| «Would you fill up this flask with your moonshine?
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| I’ll need it to keep myself warm through the snowy storm.»
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| Hide your tears till my sights are out the door.
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| It’s hard enough to leave for a war I don’t believe.
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| Would you fill up this gun with melted soldiers.
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| It’s the hand-made bullets that saved for the ring you wear.
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| And I’ll be wearing mine through the war cries.
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| I won’t let them tear it from my hands.
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| The waiting is over. |
| The waiting is over.
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| And I tell her as I go that «I'm coming back.»
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| But I may not be coming back.
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| «Promise me you won’t forget this,
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| but promise me you shall not dwell.
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| I’m coming back.»
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| I may not be coming back.
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| Take the letters off the dresser
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| and fill the void with hearts and spades.
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| Oh the outside air is cold.
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| You can see your breath for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles.
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| Oh heading north to war.
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| To war.
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| Dreams take me back to the home I grew up in.
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| Take me back to that little house on the hill.
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| It was there we felt alive.
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| We didn’t care about the territory or the long story, no.
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| Take me back, take me back to the day we met,
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| playing cards with the girl right down the road,
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| joking that the Jack saw too much,
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| oh you be hearts and I’ll be spades.
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| «I'm coming back.»
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| I may not be coming back.
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| Promise me you won’t forget this, promise me you shall not dwell.
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| «I'm coming back.»
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| I may not be coming back.
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| Take the letters off the dresser.
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| Fill the void with hearts and spades.
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| Dear love, I write you with a heavy heart.
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| And with this pen I lie to you, lie to you.
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| With this pen I lie to you, lie to you.
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| With this pen I lie to you, lie to you.
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| These letters are a lie.
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| Past the snow, past the fields, past the hills
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| we finally see the enemy we so greatly feared.
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| The image of 900 men lining the horizon.,
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| this is where my letters end.
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| Ride with me, ride with me.
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| Don’t mistake their war cries for lullabies.
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| Ride with me, die with me.
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| Their fortune means our fate.
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| Hold the line, hold the line.
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| This will be the ground which their bodies lie.
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| Hold the line, force the fight.
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| We’ll never be the same.
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| Oh.
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| «Coming back.»
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| I may not be coming back.
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| Promise me you won’t forget this,
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| promise me you shall not dwell.
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| «I'm coming back.»
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| I may not be coming back.
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| Take the letters off and fill the void,
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| fill the void.
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| «I'm coming back.»
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| I may not be coming back.
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| «I'll miss you, oh I’ll miss you when I go.
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| «I'm coming back.»
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| I may not be coming back.
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| «I'll miss you, oh I’ll miss you when I go.» |