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We love them
We mourn for them
Unlucky boys of Red
I wish I′d gone down
Gone down with them
To where Mother Nature makes their bed
We miss them
Every night we kiss them
Their faces fixed in our heads
I wish I'd gone down
Gone down with them
To where Mother Nature makes their bed
They can′t hurt you
Their style will never desert you
Because they're all safely dead
I wish I'd gone down
Gone down with them
To where Mother Nature makes their bed
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Writer(s): Steven Patrick Morrissey, Alain Gordon Whyte Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
