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Tell of the birth |
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Tell how war appeared on earth |
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Musicians with gongs |
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Permeate the autobahns |
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Foetus of disgusting breath |
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And she split the egg |
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Cast a spell and war was born |
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Come follow me |
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Out of the obscurity |
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Pilgrims in songs |
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Swamp the empty aerodrome |
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Kalashnikovs but no houses |
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Women at the double, march |
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No food for the spouses |
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They wait for the us drop |
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Russians sit back and laugh |
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While war casts her gory locks |
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Over the deserted docks |
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She casts her gory locks |
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Over the deserted docks |
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She cast a spell |
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Split an egg and war was born |
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And pillage hopes with gusto |
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Even though they have no nerve |
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And she does just look on |
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And war does what she has to |
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War does what she has to |
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People get what they deserve |
