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Enola Gay
You should have stayed at home yesterday
Oh-oh, it can't describe
The feeling and the way you lied
These games you play
They're gonna end it all in tears someday
Oh-oh, E nola Gay
It shouldn't ever have to end this way
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It's eight-fifteen
And that's the time that it's always been
We got your message on the radio
Conditions normal and you're coming home
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Enola Gay
Is Mother proud of Little Boy today
Oh-oh, this kiss you give
It's never ever gonna fade away
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Enola Gay
It shouldn't ever have to end this way
Oh-oh, E nola Gay
It shouldn't fade in our dreams away
It's eight-fifteen
And that's the time that it's always been
We got your message on the radio
Conditions normal and you're coming home
Enola Gay
Is Mother proud of Little Boy today
Oh-oh, this kiss you give
It's never ever gonna fade away
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