| I got your letter today
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| And I miss you all so much, here
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| I can’t wait to see you all
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| And I’m counting the days, dear
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| I still believe that there’s gold
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| At the end of the world
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| And I’ll come home
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| To Illinois
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| On the day after tomorrow
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| It is so hard
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| And it’s cold here
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| And I’m tired of taking orders
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| And I miss old Rockford town
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| Up by the Wisconsin border
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| But I miss you won’t believe
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| Shoveling snow and raking leaves
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| And my plane will touch tomorrow
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| On the day after tomorrow
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| I close my eyes
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| Every night
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| And I dream that I can hold you
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| They fill us full of lies
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| Everyone buys
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| About what it means to be a soldier
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| I still don’t know how I’m supposed to feel
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| About all the blood that’s been spilled
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| Look out on the street
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| Get me back home
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| On the day after tomorrow
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| You can’t deny
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| The other side
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| Don’t want to die
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| Any more than we do
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| What I’m trying to say
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| Is don’t they pray
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| To the same God that we do?
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| Tell me, how does God choose?
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| Whose prayers does he refuse?
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| Who turns the wheel?
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| And who throws the dice
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| On the day after tomorrow?
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| Mmmmmmm…
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| I’m not fighting
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| For justice
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| I am not fighting
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| For freedom
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| I am fighting
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| For my life
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| And another day
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| In the world here
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| I just do what I’ve been told
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| You’re just the gravel on the road
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| And the one’s that are lucky
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| One’s come home
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| On the day after tomorrow
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| And the summer
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| It too will fade
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| And with it comes the winter’s frost, dear
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| And I know we too are made
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| Of all the things that we have lost here
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| I’ll be twenty-one today
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| I’ve been saving all my pay
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| And my plane will touch down
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| On the day after tomorrow
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| And my plane it will touch down
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| On the day after tomorrow |