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Down below the feet were marching on |
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There was glory calling, flowers were thrown |
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Although the sun was shining |
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The cold blue light of morning |
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Can't melt the layers of dreams |
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Left from the night before |
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The dream goes on... |
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Yes, the mood was stirring |
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Yes, the eyes were shining |
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To answer honours calling wreaths were laid |
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All the girls were smiling |
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The young men held a wine |
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Marching on the dreams |
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Left from the night before |
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The dream goes on... |
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Watch the smiles turning into tears |
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They'll send the young men to war |
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Down below the feet were marching on |
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There was glory calling, flowers were thrown |
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Although the sun was shining |
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The cold blue light of morning |
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Can't melt the layers of dreams |
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Left from the night before |
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The dream goes on... |
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Same blood same sun |
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The dream goes marching on... |
