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This Song (Lyric) by MacFrantic
This isn't a song about joy or sorrow
I'm taking that plane to Albuquerque tomorrow
I want you to watch me leave
'Cause I'll never come back
I found an old letter in my backyard
Must have floated over here from the second world war
I'm shooting the breeze
Reading it from top to tail
The note begins sweetly with a kiss to his baby
As it moves on down to his friends in the navy
Then his widow's darling face
He sketched in coal
Sometimes our world seems one in the same
But sometimes you're so different I forget your name
Don't follow me or I'll be forced to lose myself
Baby, this song
Is for somebody else
The soldier's handwriting is hard to read in this light
I can see him in a bunker scribbling all through the night
As the blood drips down his hand
He starts to cry
He never got to finish that one last thought
He was signing his name when he was fatally shot
I could see the marks he made
As his hand went cold
So I braced myself as I told you the truth
And you told me you loved me more than I ever knew
You yelled at me to leave
So I'd be gone
Sometimes our world seems one in the same
But sometimes you're so different I forget your name
Don't follow me or I'll be forced to lose myself
Baby, this song
Is for somebody else
This isn't a song about you or me
It's some kind of message even I couldn't see
And it's hard to tell you
What that really means
Some poor man with an 18-year-old heart
Came home to his baby on an old wooden cart
And she never got his letter
I will find a way
Look in my face and you can see what I feel
I'm going after something that is much more real
But just tell me I shouldn't go
And I'll stay right here
Sometimes our world seems one in the same
But sometimes you're so different I forget your name
Don't follow me or I'll be forced to lose myself
Baby, this song
Is for somebody else
This song
Is for somebody else
Baby, this song
Is for somebody else
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