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His eyes they close |
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And his last breath spoke |
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He had seen all to be seen |
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A life once full |
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Now an empty vase |
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Wilt the blossums |
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On his early grave |
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Walk away me boys |
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Walk away me boys |
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And my morning we'll be free |
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Wipe that golden tear |
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From your mother dear |
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And raise what's left |
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Of the flag for me |
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Then the roserly beads |
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Count to 1 2 3 |
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Fell apart as they hit the floor |
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In a garb of black |
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We must pay respect |
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To the color we were born to mourn |
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Walk away me boys |
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Walk away me boys |
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And my morning we'll be free |
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Wipe that golden tear |
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From your mother dear |
| [00:53.23] |
And raise what's left |
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Of the flag for me |
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|
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In a spiked ruin |
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An angry festered wound |
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Full of hatered and remourse |
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Where I pick and scratch |
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At the blooded mess |
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Silent rage that now fills my lungs |
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For there are many ways |
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To kill a man they say |
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With bayonet, axe or sword |
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But son a bullet fired |
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From a shapeless gun |
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Just put the shell of a Thompson gun |
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Walk away me boy |
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Walk away me boys |
| [01:35.69] |
And my morning we'll be free |
| [01:38.64] |
Wipe that golden tear |
| [01:40.17] |
From your mother dear |
| [01:41.69] |
And raise what's left |
| [01:42.67] |
Of the flag for me |
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|
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From the east out to the western shore |
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Where many men and many more will fall |
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But no angel flys with me tonight |
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Though freedom reigns on all |
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And curse the name for which |
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We slaved our days |
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So every men chose Kingdom Come |
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But sure as night turns day |
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It's the fashion pallay |
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Oh my god |
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What have they done |
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With madmen rage |
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Well the dogged craze |
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But the dead rise again you fools |
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Walk away me boy |
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Walk away me boys |
| [03:02.28] |
And my morning we'll be free |
| [03:05.43] |
Wipe that golden tear |
| [03:06.85] |
From your mother dear |
| [03:08.26] |
And raise what's left |
| [03:09.83] |
Of the flag for me |
| [03:11.20] |
|
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Walk away me boy |
| [03:13.05] |
Walk away me boys |
| [03:14.79] |
And my morning we'll be free |
| [03:19.49] |
Wipe that golden tear |
| [03:22.43] |
From your mother dear |
| [03:26.13] |
|
| [03:27.30] |
And raise what's left |
| [03:27.62] |
Of the flag for me |
| [03:29.40] |
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