Bruce Springsteen – The Wall (Guitar Intro)

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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 are all I 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 read Robert McNamara says he's sorry

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Your high boots and striped t-shirt, ah, Billy you looked so bad

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Yeah you and your rock and roll band, you were 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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Well I'm sorry 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 as the day goes on

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Cigarettes and a bottle of beer, skin on black stone

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On the ground dog tags and wreaths of flowers, with the ribbons red as the blood

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Red as the blood you spilled in the Central Highlands mud

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Limousines rush down Pennsylvania Avenue, rustling the leaves as they fall

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And apology and forgiveness got no place here at all, here at the wall