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Tom: G
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Cigarettes and a bottle of beer, this poem that I wrote for you
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This black stone and these hard tears they're all I've got left now of you
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I remember you in your Marine uniform laughing, laughing at your ship out party
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I've read Robert McNamara, he says he's sorry
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Yeah, you and your boots and black t-shirt, oh, Billy you looked so bad
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Yeah you and your rock and roll band was the best thing this shit town ever had
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Now the men that put you here eat with their families in rich dining halls
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And apology and forgiveness got no place here at all, here at the wall
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I'm sorry that I missed you last year, I couldn't find no one to drive me
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If your eyes could cut through that black stone, tell me would they recognize me
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For the living time it must be served, life goes on
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Cigarettes and a bottle of beer and skin on black stone
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High school pictures and paper flowers, there's ribbons as red as the blood
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Yeah as the blood you spilled in the Central Highlands mud
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Now the limousines rush down Pennsylvania Avenue as the rain falls
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Apology and forgiveness got no place here at all