Cigarettes and a bottle of beer
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This poem I wrote for you
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This black stone and these hard tears
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Are all I've got left now of you
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I remember you in your Marine uniform laughing
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Laughing that you're shipping out probably
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I read Robert McNamara says he's sorry
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You and your boots and black t-shirt
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Ah Billy you looked so bad
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Ya, you and your rock and roll band
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Was the best thing this shit town ever had
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Now the man who put you here
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He feeds his family in rich dining halls
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And apology and forgiveness have no place here at all
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At the wall
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I'm sorry I missed you last year
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I couldn't find no one to drive me
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If your eyes could cut through that black stone
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Tell me would they recognize me?
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For the living, time must be served
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Life goes on
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Cigarettes and a bottle of beer
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Skin on black stone
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High School pictures, paper flowers
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Ribbon, red as the blood
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Ya, as the blood you spilled
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In the Central Highlands mud
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Now the limousines rush down Pennsylvania Boulevard
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As the rain falls
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And apology and forgiveness have no place here at all
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The Wall
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| Bruce Springsteen |
