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And he began to kill me dead
My legs were sinking in the silt and mud
My chest to the rising tide
With his boot on my shoulder and his pistol to my chest
He took my life
In a flash, I recall how the dawn used to come
Goodbye love, I may see you again
But probably not for a long, long while
All young men sleep easy
In the mud beneath the midnight rain
All love flows to the ocean
Without a trail or trace
All young men sleep easy
In the mud beneath the midnight rain
All love flows to the ocean
With a smile upon my still face
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