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i imagine a dream
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in which i'm a soldier and i'm walking
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on the faces of dead women
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and everyone i've left behind me
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it's the year when the troops entered
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the thirty-ninth thirty-ninth parallel
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send me home restless
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send me home damaged
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and wanting
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it's the year when some poet said
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"we must love, or accept the consequences"
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i want you to share every pinprick of guilt
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that i have felt, that i have felt
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send me home restless
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send me home damaged
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send me home disposes
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send me home damaged
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and wanting