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mm humming, |
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do you hear the distant strumming, |
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the humming and the strumming are coming from afar, |
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ooh do i hear drumming, |
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in amidst the humming and strumming, |
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they'll never see us coming, |
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we're be-neath the radar |
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Oh they must be joking, |
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I can see the tops of their heads poking |
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O'er the top of the Trojan Guitar |
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well they marched on to-wards the front line |
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together they roared, |
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we run them down by our swords |
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they'd live and they'd know |
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that none of this matters to us anymore |
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and you may have won the battle... |
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but you'll never win the war |
