| Here’s a song that soldiers used to sing
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| You can hear it on the plain
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| Jimmy was a folk song and
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| Harold said a parable the same
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| Back at home things are getting weird
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| My sister fell in love with my old friend
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| We had a falling out so long ago
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| I don’t remember when
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| But I’m still sweet, I’m still sweet
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| I’m still down there writing lines
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| Up to your sister, she was fine
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| But I was sweet
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| And if I had gone back home
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| I woulda known
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| I woulda known
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| I woulda known
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| I woulda known
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| Back from war he’s screaming out,
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| He’s scratching round for some kind of proof
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| He says we’re painting over culture, love
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| We’re blowing out the door to save the roof
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| Back at home, getting hated on
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| My sister hates the guts of my old friend
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| We had a falling out, we shoulda fixed it
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| Before it began, we didn’t know back then
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| But I’m still sweet, I’m still sweet
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| I’m still down there writing lines
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| Up to your sister, she was fine
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| But I was sweet
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| And if I had gone back home
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| They say that’ll still your soul
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| Leave your heart in the cold
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| But I’m still sweet, I’m still sweet
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| I’m still sweet, oh Lord I’m still sweet
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| I’m still down there writing lines
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| Up to your sister, she was fine
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| But I was sweet
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| And if I had gone back home
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| If I had gone back home
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| If I had gone back home
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| I woulda known
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| I woulda known
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| I woulda known
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| I woulda known |