Music The Watchmen/Words D. Greaves)
I`m not done yet
120 soaking wet
A little piece of home, to hang your head
I like it
We`ve reached the middle somehow
Move onwards to the end, I`ll get up when I`m ready
A little piece of home to hang your head upon
I like it
Called me a soldier
And now they`re passing me around
Wait `till I`m older
Find me lying face down
I like it
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