Khe Sanh

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I left my heart to the sappers round Khe Sanh
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And my soul was sold with my cigarettes to the
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black market man
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I`ve had the Viet-nam cold turkey from the ocean
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to the silver city and it`s only other vets
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could understand
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`Bout the long forgotten dockside guar-an-tees
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How there were no V-day heroes in nineteen
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seventy three
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How we sailed into Sydney harbour saw an old
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friend but I couldn`t kiss her
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She was lined and I was home to the lucky land
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She was like so many more from that time on
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Their lives were all so empty till they found
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their chosen one
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And their legs were often open but their minds
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were always closed
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And their hearts were  held in fast suburban 
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chains
2.
And the legal pads were yellow
Hours long paypackets lean
And the telex writers clattered
Where the gunships once had been
But the carparks made me jumpy
And I never stopped the dreams
Or the growing need for speed and novacaine
3.
So I worked across the country from end to end
Tried to find a place to settle down
Where my mixed up life could mend
Held a job on an oil-rig
Flying choppers when I could
But the night-life nearly drove me round the bend
4.
And I travelled round the world from year to year
And each one found me aimless
One more year the worse for wear
And I`ve been back to South East Asia
And the answer sure ain`t there
But I`m drifting north to check things out again
5.
Well the last plane out of Sydney`s almost gone
And only seven flying hours
And I`ll be landing in Hong Kong
And there ain`t nothing like the kisses
From a jaded chinese princess
I`m gonna hit someHong Kong mattress all night long
6.
Well the last plane out of Sydney`s almost gone
You know the last plane out of Sydney`s almost gone
And it`s really got me worried
I`m going nowhere and I`m in a hurry
You know the last plane out if Sydney`s almost gone
 REPEAT VERSE 6. TO END