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In your head you can hear your heart |
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Sweat runs cold it's all about to start |
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Life or death only seconds away |
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For king and country, there's a game to play. |
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The hawks will fly, the doves will cry |
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The old wise ones stay at home |
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The young ones die |
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Come to the gathering |
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Have fun with a gun |
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Come to the gathering |
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Your day in the sun. |
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In your soul you can feel the fear |
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In your mind all your demons appear |
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Could this be your glory day |
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Or just another number when you're blown away? |
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The hawks will fly, the doves will cry |
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The old wise ones stay at home |
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The young ones die |
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Come to the gathering |
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Have fun with a gun |
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Come to the gathering |
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Your day in the sun. |
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Thank the ones who bear the scar |
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Widow weaves and a silver star |
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All the ones who won't meet dad |
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Wonder why they turned out so bad |
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All the kids who won the day |
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Just got bombed by the folks they saved |
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And all the people where you're from |
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Don't want you there you've been gone too long. |
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In your head you can hear your heart |
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Sweat runs cold it's all about to start |
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Life or death only seconds away |
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For king and country, there's a game to play. |
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The hawks will fly, the doves will cry |
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The old wise ones stay at home |
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The young ones die |
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Welcome to the gathering |
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Have fun with a gun |
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Welcome to the gathering |
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Your day in the sun. |