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Shore Leave Well with buckshot eyes and a purple heart I rolled down the national stroll With a big fat paycheck strapped to my hip sack And a shore leave wristwatch underneath my sleeve In a Hong Kong drizzle on Cuban heels I rowed down the gutter to the blood bank And I'd left all my papers on the Ticonderoga And I was in bad need of a shave I slopped at the corner on cold chow mein And shot billiards with a midget until the rain stopped And I bought a long-sleeved shirt with horses on the front And some gum and a lighter and a knife And a new deck of cards with girls on the back And I sat down and wrote a letter to my wife
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