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Hear them whisper voices from the other side |
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Hear them calling |
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Former foes, now friends, are resting side by side |
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They will never leave our hearts or fade away |
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Live forever |
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They were far too young to die in such a way |
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How many wasted lives? How many dreams did fade away? |
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Broken promises they won't be coming home |
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Oh mothers wipe your tears your sons will rest a million years |
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Found their peace at last as foe turn to friend and forgive |
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And they knew they'd die |
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Gallipoli |
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Left their letters in the sand |
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Such waste of life |
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Gallipoli |
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Dreams of freedom turn to dust |
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Hell is waiting |
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Where the ocean meets the sand |
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Cliffs of burden |
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Where the soldiers rushed into a certain death |
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At the shoreline blood of heroes stains the land |
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Light a candle |
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One for each of them who fought and died in vain |
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There is no enemy there is no victory |
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Only boys who lost their lives in the sand |
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Young men were sacrificed the names are carved in stone and kept alive |
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And forever we will honour the memory of them |
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And they knew they'd die |
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Gallipoli |
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Left their letters in the sand |
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Such waste of life |
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Gallipoli |
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Dreams of freedom turn to dust |
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How many wasted lives? How many dreams did fade away? |
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Broken promises they won't be coming home |
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Oh mothers wipe your tears your sons will rest a million years |
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Found their peace at last as foe turn to friend and forgive |
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And they knew they'd die |
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Gallipoli |
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Left their letters in the sand |
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Such waste of life |
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Gallipoli |
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Dreams of freedom turn to dust |
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There are roads which must not be followed, armies which must not be attacked, towns which must not be besieged, positions which must not be contested. |
