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Carve initials here across the evening |
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A victim to our fathers lost war |
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The restless children sit and mourn the graves |
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Of those they've never seen before |
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Should not be buried here among the dead |
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In the silent secret |
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The pioneers, in dealing with it |
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They march for dawn for will and worthy |
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The truth be told, the child was born |
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Man your own jackhammer |
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Man your battle stations |
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We'll have you dead pretty soon, not now |
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Sincerely written |
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From my brother's blood machine gun |
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Man your battle stations |
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Have you home pretty soon 'til then |
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A lurking motion with curious |
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To curtain your first move |
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Through arms length they'll break protocol |
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Childish envy for the youngest one |
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To be the hero is all I'll ask |
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Can I be buried here among the dead? |
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With room to honor me here in the end |
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You'll be better off too soon |
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You'll be better off when you get home |
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The pioneers, in dealing with it |
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They march for dawn for will and worthy |
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The truth be told, the child was born |
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Man your own jackhammer |
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Man your battle stations |
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We'll have you dead pretty soon |
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Sincerely written |
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From my brother's blood machine gun |
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Man your battle stations |
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Have you home pretty soon 'til then |
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For you, I'd do anything |
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Just to make you happy |
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Hear you tell me that you're proud of me |
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For them I'll, I'll kill anything |
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Cut the throats of babies for them |
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Break they're hearts for they were them |
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Waiting, waiting for you to say |
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The navigator, her pilot, the favorite |
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The one they call the vision that bears the gift |
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The navigator, her pilot, the favorite |
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The one they call the vision that bears the gift, gift |
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Will the children really understand |
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The things you did to them? |
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Why, why should they conjure up the will? |
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For you, my love, I would kill him |
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We're coming home pretty soon |
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We're coming home |
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In the seventh turning hour |
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Will the victims shadow fall? |
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Should the irony grow hungry? |
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With the victory and all they sought for |
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We were one among the fence |
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One among the fence |
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We're, we're |
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Coming, coming |
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Now, now, now we're coming home |
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Man your own jackhammer |
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Man your battle stations |
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You're dead pretty soon, [Incomprehensible] now |
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Sincerely written |
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From my brother's blood machine gun |
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Man your battle stations |
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Have you home pretty soon 'til then |
