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Brothers In Arms |
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These mist covered mountains |
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Are a home now for me |
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But my home is the lowlands |
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And always will be |
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Some day you'll return to |
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Your valleys and your farms |
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And you'll no longer burn |
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To be brothers in arms |
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Through these fields |
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Of destruction |
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Baptisms of fire |
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I've witnessed |
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Your sufferin' |
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As the battles |
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Raged higher |
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And though they did |
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Hurt me so bad |
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In the fear and alarm |
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You did not desert me |
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My brothers in arms |
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There's so many |
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Different worlds |
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So many different suns |
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And we have just one world |
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But we live |
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In different ones |
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Now the sun's gone to hell |
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And, the moon's riding high |
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Let me bid you farewell |
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Every man has to die |
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But it's written |
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In the star light |
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And every line on your palm |
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We're fools to make war |
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On our brothers in arms |
