| We’re leaving home this weekend on an aeroplane,
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| We won’t be here on Monday when it starts again
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| Go get 'em boys, go get 'em girls
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| The family will be waiting when you return
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| The people with the flags don’t understand
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| What it’s like to have a world in your hands
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| Every night I go to sleep with someone watching me,
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| Every night I go to sleep and have the same two dreams
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| Wonder what I see, the people don’t look like me
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| The circuitry, I’m lying on my own in a field
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| There are people waiting at home for us
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| Holding flowers, they’ll be standing at the gate for us
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| There are people waiting at home for us
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| Keeping a picture at the bedside just of us
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| I wake up every morning on the edge of fear
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| I’m writing out a postcard, I wish you were here
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| Every night I go to sleep with someone watching me
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| Every night I cannot sleep 'cause of the things I’ve seen
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| But try to treat me to coming home
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| Back to the place where I belong
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| Where the sound of shells is gone
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| And where I wouldn’t have to sing this song
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| There are people waiting at home for us
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| Holding flowers, they’ll be standing at the gate for us
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| There are people waiting at home for us
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| Keeping a picture by the bedside just of us
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| Threw a dart at the map, and we started to laugh
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| Threw a dart at the map, and we started to laugh
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| Threw a dart at the map, and we started to laugh
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| Threw a dart at the map, and we started to laugh
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| Threw a dart at the map, and we started to laugh
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| Threw a dart at the map, and we started to laugh |