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If he comes back I know just what he’ll say:
«Let's show this day a proper night and celebrate!»
Long gone the weeks of white lines and punctured veins
The day all generations cried, «Sign em up! Sign em up! Sign em up!
Boy, we’re gonna make a man outta you.»
«Line me up! Line em up! Line em up!
Man, now we’re gonna make a ghost of you
«He came back, but he wasn’t the same
Sleep showed him nights lit like the day, and life for the take
I caught him in the morning pulling sandbags from the drain while his
imagination shouted
«Sign em up! Sign em up! Sign em up! Boy, we’re gonna make a man outta you.»
«Line em up! Line em up! Line em up! Man, now we’re gonna make a ghost of you.
«Remember when we played Wounded Soldiers?
Broken glass and half empty bottles dying fast
We stayed awake till it was yesterday and long past
But he never really escaped wounded soldiers, broken glass, and half empty
bottles dying fast