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In A Gentle Way You Can Shake The World
When they draped the flag on your coffin mate I was dumb, dead with it- they ought to at least give you one last chance to dance the dance of life- you were the grass growing and the earth firm beneath our feet, you were the cotton on our backs the day we sweated for glory on the pitch man! The ball sailed right through every eye in the stadium shot like a bolt straight into your hands, feet that float and fly away, man what a sight! You were there the day we found the champagne in Searge's knapsack, we were soused, so soused we just made it to parade with the west wind in our eyes pulling the tears onto our faces, the day we went away- the day we went to the desert the day they took us in the Humvee the day the Humvee bucked high like a grasshopper leapin’ straight up straight up- the day we looked and you were a man with two arms and we cried to see the legs gone, the legs you sent like two pistons of dynamite across the pitch like a piece of high-octane rocket-maniac after that beaut of a ball, the day we swore we'd come and drink your health, stack the cans out back the way we used to and shoot the breeze, bring it all on, let it all out- we cried, Paul and Johnny- you remember? Don't know if we cried the day Crazy Connie died- So it all comes down to a flag here on the coffin and the guns that they shoot to salute when you leave- Donnie you were gentle and you shook our world.
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