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My great grandfather was a killer In the IRA I loved to sit and listen to the stories he would say He fought for blood and country And to keep his family safe O My grandpa was a sailor Traveled every sea Kissing foreign women Seeeing sights few see He used to tell me stories Of Caribbean sunsets And sunrise in the east My father in the army Fought in Vietnam Haunted by the memories Humid smokey skies   Dead faces fill his dreams Every single night He sent letters to my mother Wishing for his home But fought hard as any other Tooth and nail and gun But I ain't in the army Or sailed upon the sea So my dreams are not haunted And are beautiful to me
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Dec 20, 2011
Dec 20, 2011 at 4:39 PM UTC
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My great grandfather was a killer In the IRA I loved to sit and listen to the stories he would say He fought for blood and country And to keep his family safe O My grandpa was a sailor Traveled every sea Kissing foreign women Seeeing sights few see He used to tell me stories Of Caribbean sunsets And sunrise in the east My father in the army Fought in Vietnam Haunted by the memories Humid smokey skies   Dead faces fill his dreams Every single night He sent letters to my mother Wishing for his home But fought hard as any other Tooth and nail and gun But I ain't in the army Or sailed upon the sea So my dreams are not haunted And are beautiful to me
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Equatorial Guinean
Dec 20, 2011
Dec 20, 2011 at 4:39 PM UTC
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