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Not a tree on the skyline |
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Nor a bird in the wing |
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Whispers frozen for all time |
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No man's land will be king |
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Left deserted, a cold smile |
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From the way they've been served |
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Virgin mother and her child |
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Turn their face from the world |
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Just for a moment, they're only men |
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On Christmas day |
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There'll be no killing or fighting |
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On Christmas day |
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There'll be no thunder and lighting |
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On Christmas day |
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On Christmas day |
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Many years they'll remember |
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And they'll toast absent friends |
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On that cold day December |
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They'll be back there again |
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And just for a moment, they're only men |
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On Christmas day |
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There'll be no killing or fighting |
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On Christmas day |
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There'll be no thunder and lighting |
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On Christmas day |
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On Christmas day |
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The wind blows cruel and hostile |
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On that deserted land |
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No shepherd sacrifice the lamb |
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While prayers of guilt and duty |
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Race upwards to the sky |
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Collide in fearsome combat cry |
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The guns and the ships and the planes |
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Of every county |
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For the wins and the gains |
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What a price, it's much too high |
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Don't look away and wonder |
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This savage poetry |
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Is set to drag you under |
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With arms of jealousy |
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The sun won't rise up shining |
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On fields of evergreen |
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Shot down by a crossfire with a scream |
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The seasons change so slowly |
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And bring on winter's song |
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Till no one knows where they belong |
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The guns and the ships and the planes |
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Of every county |
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For the wins and the gains |
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What a price, it's much too high |
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Don't look away and wonder |
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This savage poetry |
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Is set to drag you under |
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With arms of jealousy |
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On Christmas day |
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There'll be no killing or fighting |
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On Christmas day |
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There'll be no thunder and lighting |
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On Christmas day |
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On Christmas day |
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On Christmas day |
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On Christmas day |