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She Was Young And She Was Pretty

She was young and she was pretty
She was warm and tender too
She was all a man could ask for
But her heart could not be true
No, her heart could not be true
 
Eyes that sparkle just like diamonds
Lips as fresh as morning dew
She was young and she was fickle
And her heart could not be true
No, her heart could not be true
 
Cheeks just like a rose when blooming
And a form so fine and rare
Curls that hung below her shoulders
Gold the color of her hair
 
Now she's gone no one can claim her
In my cell I'm sad and blue
One bright night I shot and killed her
She was young and so untrue
She was young and so untrue
 
One bright night I watched another
Kissed her like I used to do
So I drew my gun and killed her
She was young and so untrue
 
In the morning just at daybreak
When the roses kissed the dew
I shall hang because I killed her
She was young and so untrue
She was young and so untrue
 

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Middle Eastern Holiday

I've got to go, but what a prize to give
Package deal to the sun, everything is inclusive
where bullet holes scar the minarets
smoke on the horizon a beautiful sunset
 
Going on my Middle Eastern holiday
Give me a gun, I hope I see my mum again
Going on my middle eastern holiday
Been gone so long, I hope I'm coming home some day
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I'm 21, meanwhile back at home
My friends are out tonight all drinking and dancing
I've got a girl, is she missing me?
Watching out for me on the news on TV
 
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He's got a gun, bullets meant for me
Time seems to stand still I'm so scared I can't speak
I'm flying home, above everything
I don't understand why is it my mothers crying?
 
Going on my Middle Eastern holiday
Give me a gun, I hope I see my mum again
Going on my Middle Eastern holiday
Top up the tan, fight for the man going far away
Far away