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The cops knocked on your wooden door
And told you that your man had died
Your parachute lover had gone and lied
To you, he said he'd come back home
So you wouldn't have to be alone.
And you're getting that terrible though yet again
"When will it be over? If not now, when?"
For the Allied army, here's the cost:
Another soldier's life was lost.
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