I'm not done yet
120 soaking wet
A little piece of home
To hang your head upon
I like it
120 soaking wet
A little piece of home
To hang your head upon
I like it
We've reached the middle somehow
Move onwards to the end, I'll get up when I'm ready
A little piece of home
To hang your head upon
I like it
Called me a soldier
And now they're passing me around
Wait 'till I'm older
Find me lying face down
A little piece of home
To hang your head upon
I like it
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