The new men are coming today
For a while' they'll be in the way
Here they come, all happy, not sad
As a matter of fact, I'm really glad
We've work to do, no smiles here
Never never, show your fear
Never show them how you feel
You must be hard, no big deal
Keep your distance, at arms length
Don't get close, you'll loose your strength
Don't let them close, it leads to sorrow
Then sorrow goes on and on until tomorrow
You must be hard
Keep up your guard
Don't let them close
They'll hurt you most
Jim 1964
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