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Scotch Mist

They said that in the army
There was a mythical time
When you could get away
With committing any crime.
Between Twenty three fifth nine
And Zero zero one just didn't exist
They held the same status as
That  legendary scotch mist.
I just never believed  it
Knew they were spinning a line
Knew that they would get you
Under Section Sixty Bloody Nine

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