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| 3:53 | 
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| 2. |
| 3:42 |
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| 3. |
| 4:03 |
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| 4. |
| 5:15 |
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| 5. |
| 5:12 | 
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to moonn6pence from papayeverte
Gotta get out, gotta shout, gotta sing Gotta dance, gotta jump, gotta run Think I'll fight a war, I don't know what for But I'll learn when I get my gun Well I left home three days ago I feel like going to bed Open the courts and a new religion Burning through my head Burning through my head Made my way with the fusiliers I even fought my way back home But the front line shifted and my rifle got lifted Had to fight the war on my own Well I left home three days ago I feel like going to bed Walking downtown gave me cold, cold fingers And my feet were made of lead My feet were made of lead I'll just eat fruit on your doorstep I'll just drink pailfulls of rain I'm but a barnacled warship Singing the fighter's refrain Singing the fighter's... to moonn6pence from papayeverte Made my way with the Salvation Army Take them on with a tambourine I'll strike down sinners like the old gunslingers Smooth 'em out like margerine Well I left home three days ago I feel like going to bed Open the courts and a new religion Burning through my head Burning through my head Went to the gambling shop today They had me five to one Heard a voice behind me say Put down the Bible and pick up your gun Well I left home three days ago I feel like going to bed Water downtown gave me cold, cold fingers And my feet were made of lead My feet were made of lead I'll just eat fruit on your doorstep I'll just drink pailfulls of rain I'm but a barnacled warship Singing the fighter's refrain Singing the fighter's... |
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| 6. |
| 5:00 |
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| 7. |
| 4:13 |
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| 8. |
| 4:45 |
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| 9. |
| 3:41 |
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| 10. |
| 5:40 |
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| 11. |
| 5:06 |
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