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Awoke to the sound of the dripping of water |
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The wailing of shells far away |
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I sat up and listened, I rose and got ready |
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To greet the last day of my life |
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Far away, I can hear your prayer |
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And I know it means goodbye |
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Far away, nothing I can say |
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On the last day of my life |
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All of the day, all the waiting |
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It drives me insane |
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Don't want to go, don't want to stay |
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To find my fate |
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Stuttering guns drawing ever nearer |
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Faster the pounding of my heart in fear |
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Far away, I can hear your prayer |
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And I know it means goodbye |
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Far away, nothing I can say |
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On the last day of my life |
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Standing in line, side by side |
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All awaiting our doom |
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The whistle blows |
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Now the trenches will soon become tombs |
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No more than men, we are not immortal |
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No more than them, on the field we are equal |
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Far away, I can hear your prayer |
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And I know it means goodbye |
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Far away, nothing I can say |
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On the last day of my life |
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Far away, I can hear your prayer |
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And I know it means goodbye |
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Stay with me, safe as i can be |
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On the last day of my life |
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Then there is nothing but the sound of silence |
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It feels like I'm falling asleep |
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I know you can't hear me |
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But you will remember |
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This was the last day of my life |
