Submarines

We spent hours out in the cold
 Waiting for a train that was never gonna come
 You never would believe the stories we told
 Of where we're gonna go and where we come from
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 One he was a soldier for the English queen
 One he was an orphan of a love gone bad
 One he was gonna sleep on the ground
 And one he was gonna sell all he had
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 I'm gonna trade my dollar bills for a bar of gold
 And put it in the pocket of my finest jeans
 I'm gonna go swimming when I get old
 And sink to the bottom with the submarines
 We were beating our hands upon our breasts
 We built a fire by the old train track
 I stood too close and I burned my face
 I burned my face by the bright fire light
 I burned my face by the bright fire light
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 I wanna trade my dollar bills for a bar of gold
 And put it in the pocket of my finest jeans
 I'm gonna go swimming when I get old
 And sink to the bottom with the submarines