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Kate Bush Song Lyric:
Army Dreamers
Our little army boy
Is coming home from B.F.P.O.
I've a bunch of purple flowers
To decorate a mammy's hero
Mourning in the aerodrome
The weather warmer, he is colder
Four men in uniforms
To carry home my little soldier
What could he do? Should have been a rock star
But he didn't have the money for the guitar
What could he do? Should have been a politician
But he neve had a proper education
What could he do? Should have been a father
But he didn't even make it to his twenties
What a waste
Army dreamers
Tears o'er a tin box
Oh Jesus Christ, he wasn't to know
Like a chicken with a fox
He cannot win the war with ego
Give the kid the pick of pips
And give him all your stripes and ribbons
Now he's sitting in his hole
He might as well have buttons and bows
What could he do? Should have been a rock star
But he didn't have the money for the guitar
What could he do? Should have been a politician
But he neve had a proper education
What could he do? Should have been a father
But he didn't even make it to his twenties
What a waste
Army dreamers

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