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Marching once again |
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Under a myriad of stars |
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Young men to the cause where |
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All is fair in love and war |
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But rules are rules |
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No mercy can be shown |
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In the fields of the departed |
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Where history is born |
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In all the words you wrote of the |
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War and its ways |
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The words that speak the loudest |
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Are the ones you never said |
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From Arras to the Somme |
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And the hell of Passchendaele |
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Ninety years and counting since |
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You told your bloody tale |
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Hey soldier boy is your conscience clear? |
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Is your mind on the road from hell and back |
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To the one you love so dear? |
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I know you live in constant fear |
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That's just the way the world seems |
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Through roses and tears |
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And when the battle cries no more |
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And the martyrs work is done |
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Did the voices in your head tell you |
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'Walk along the pathway of the righteous and good' |
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And leave it all behind |
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In the fields of the departed |
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With the remnants of your mind |
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So saddle up the horses and tighten up the reins |
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Face the bitter winds of tyranny and shame |
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We blind ourselves with grace and favours of the heart |
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So our minds can hide away in the darkness of our past |