| so tired, so lonely, so in between the lines,
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| a notice in the papers now and then
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| so useless, so crazy, so very few will know,
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| but mothers care is the only care that counts
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| someone makes a bigger plan,
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| sends him off to foreign land,
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| dreaming as they march along,
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| when tomorrow comes, they be back in your arms
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| so frozen, so broken, so left behind in life,
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| he’ll never see if the world will pay the price
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| so angry, so shameful, so helplessly insane
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| when words gets stuck they don’t mean too much at all
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| someone makes a bigger plan,
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| sends him off to foreign land,
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| dreaming as they march along,
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| when tomorrow comes, he’ll be back in your arms
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| so put your weary mind to rest,
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| let the night prepare the best,
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| dreaming as they march along,
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| when tomorrow comes, he’ll be back in your arms
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| someone makes a bigger plan,
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| sends him off to foreign land,
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| dreaming as they march along,
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| when tomorrow comes, he’ll be back in your arms
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| so put your weary mind to rest,
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| let the night prepare the best,
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| dreaming as they march along,
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| when tomorrow comes, he’ll be back in your arms |