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(the futility of war) |
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Oh, I was born your only son |
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And I will think of you |
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Before this day is done |
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The fires of hell surround me now |
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So I must fight for freedom |
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Against their raging guns |
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In all my life I never said |
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How much I loved you |
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In all this time |
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I never really said I cared |
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This war is wrong and so |
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I write these words |
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Before I give my life to the somme |
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In all my life I never said |
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How much I loved you |
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In all this time |
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I never really knew you |
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The fires of hell surround me, oh |
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The guns of hell will |
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Take my breath away |
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From my life this day |
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The fires of hell surround me, oh |
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The words I say |
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Must never disappear |
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Keep them locked inside your heart |
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I can hear the piper's song |
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And it will play for me |
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Before this day is done |
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So I will hold my head up high |
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If I must give my life |
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To stop their raging guns |
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Oh, I was born your only son |
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And I thank God for that and |
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That that will be done |
