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On we go Skin and bone Underneath our winter coats Unlike them, many men I don't care we're going nowhere Oh swing on, swing on Let's not go home I'm slowing down And drinking up But only what fits in a cup I have some friends and loves And all our hearts have been beat up on But oh, they beat on Swing on, swing on Let's not go home Him or her? Sticks or stones? Him and her: skin and bone Swing on, swing on Let's not go home From Letras Mania