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I see the young boys, they're standing so proud |
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In their brand new uniform |
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I hear their tough voices, no doubt allowed |
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For god and country they storm |
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And then they're marching in that war, into death |
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They catch the bullet with their heads |
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All that is left now |
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Is only names carved in stone |
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Forgotten heroes underground |
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Not much is left now |
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Some rusty nails, some rotten bones |
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The dead heroe's names carved in stone |
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The politician lives in a white house |
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The boys have tents in the mud |
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He's getting richer with weapons and oil |
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While the young men give their blood |
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And the deceivers will salute at the graves |
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Of those betrayed 'bout their own lives |
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All that is left now |
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Is only names carved in stone |
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Forgotten heroes underground |
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Not much is left now |
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Some rusty nails, some rotten bones |
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The dead heroe's names carved in stone |
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You won't survive! |
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No one survived! |
