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Us, and them |
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And after all we're only ordinary men. |
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Me, and you. |
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God only knows it's noz what we would choose to do. |
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Forward he cried from the rear |
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And the front rank died. |
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And the general sat and the lines on the map |
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Moved from side to side. |
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Black and blue |
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And who knows which is which and who is who. |
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Up and down. |
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But in the end it's only round and round. |
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Haven't you heard it's a battle of words |
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The poster bearer cried. |
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Listen son, said the man with the gun |
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There's room for you inside. |
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"I mean, they're not gunna kill ya, so if you give 'em a quick short, |
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Sharp, shock, they won't do it again. Dig it? I mean he get off |
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Lightly, 'cos I would've given him a thrashing - I only hit him once! |
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It was only a difference of opinion, but really...I mean good manners |
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Don't cost nothing do they, eh?" |
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Down and out |
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It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about. |
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With, without. |
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And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about? |
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Out of the way, it's a busy day |
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I've got things on my mind. |
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For the want of the price of tea and a slice |
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The old man died |
