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I understand its an anti-war song, and I'm not a fan of the genre, but these lines from Green Fields Of France make me tear up every time:
Or are you a stranger without even a name Forever enshrined behind some old glass pane In an old photograph torn, tattered, and stained And faded to yellow in a brown leather frame |
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After working in an Irish bar I can't stand them anymore. The same two songs from them got played ad nauseam on the jukebox every night and no one ever played their older, good stuff.
I used to see them live all the time years ago when they played with the all the different NYC DMS hardcore bands but when I hear them now it's .
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