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Quiet On The Front
I can't hold a glass of wine yet
But they think it's fine to have me hold a gun
Kill a man and kill his son well
Straight down in the yard where uncle pulled his gun and
Sent him off alone fighting blind in dark
But the wheels just keep on turning
The men just keep on marching in
I swear to God if you don't get that letter
I will kill myself before they kill me on the line
In the end the heart divides
In the pictures, we'll reside
With our memories we all fade in time, in time
Mother sweeps at night the porch
Squints hardly to discover
Baby coming home
But of course she doesn't to know when
Or how he will get there
Surely needing repair
Worries to the bone that's weaker as
The wheels just keep on turning
The men just keep on marching in
I swear to God if you don't get that letter
I will kill myself before they kill me on the line
In the end the heart divides
In the pictures, we'll reside
With our memories we all fade in time, in time
Ma'am, we've found he's gone
With sincere regret
Ma'am, we've found he's gone
With sincere regret
Oh, ohhhh
In the end the heart divides
In the pictures we'll reside
With our memories we all fade in time
With our memories we all fade in time, in time
With our memories we all fade in time, in time
With our memories we all fade in time, in time
With our memories we all fade in time, in time
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With our memories we all fade in time, in time
With our memories we all fade in time, in time
With our memories we all fade in time, in time
With our memories we all fade in time, in time
With our memories we all fade in time
In the pictures we'll reside
In the end the heart divides
Oh, ohhhh
With sincere regret
Ma'am, we've found he's gone
With sincere regret
Ma'am, we've found he's gone
With our memories we all fade in time, in time
In the pictures, we'll reside
In the end the heart divides
I will kill myself before they kill me on the line
I swear to God if you don't get that letter
The men just keep on marching in
The wheels just keep on turning
Worries to the bone that's weaker as
Surely needing repair
Or how he will get there
But of course she doesn't to know when
Baby coming home
Squints hardly to discover
Mother sweeps at night the porch
With our memories we all fade in time, in time
In the pictures, we'll reside
In the end the heart divides
I will kill myself before they kill me on the line
I swear to God if you don't get that letter
The men just keep on marching in
But the wheels just keep on turning
Sent him off alone fighting blind in dark
Straight down in the yard where uncle pulled his gun and
Kill a man and kill his son well
But they think it's fine to have me hold a gun
I can't hold a glass of wine yet
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