39

On the day I hit my 39
Had just stopped doing time
From a mindless 14 months
I exhaled just this once

Divided, we're fighting a lie
Is this goodbye to Fourth of July?
It's a time I want to forget
But my soul says we're not done here yet

In every life, there's 39
A random number or point in time
And I fear the one this time might not be fine
But for better or worse, I suppose that it's mine
39, it's mine, my 39

They courted near the Deauxville shores
Both broke, but who needed more?
It was true love in late '39
Then tanks poured across the Maginot Line

She was his life, one of a kind
So he asked, will you be mine?
The tears flowed, he wanted to stay
But '39 got in the way

In every life, there's 39
A random number or point in time
And I fear the one this time might not be fine
But for better or worse, I suppose that it's mine
39, it's mine, this 39

39, it's mine, it's mine, 39, this 39



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Writer(s): Nick Garrison
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