I’ve never really spoken ‘bout it at all
I kept it to myself through it all
But then there wasn’t really all that much to say
And I wouldn’t want to hurt you anyway
No more the flying flags, the marching bands
No white feather proffered from a fairer hand
And after all there wasn’t that much to say
And I wouldn’t want to hurt you anyway
No more the pear drop drifts of choking cloud
No more the goodnight kiss in a dead man’s ground
It’s all forgotten now
Generations come, generations go
I kept it all inside didn’t let it show
And after all there wasn’t that much to say
And I wouldn’t want to hurt you anyway
I wouldn’t want to hurt you anyway
I kept it to myself through it all
But then there wasn’t really all that much to say
And I wouldn’t want to hurt you anyway
No more the flying flags, the marching bands
No white feather proffered from a fairer hand
And after all there wasn’t that much to say
And I wouldn’t want to hurt you anyway
No more the pear drop drifts of choking cloud
No more the goodnight kiss in a dead man’s ground
It’s all forgotten now
Generations come, generations go
I kept it all inside didn’t let it show
And after all there wasn’t that much to say
And I wouldn’t want to hurt you anyway
I wouldn’t want to hurt you anyway
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