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Their killing for ideals, to build your perfect world, |
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Their marching toward their death, with the flag unfurled |
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Support the national pride, to reach their ignorant goals |
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Their fighting to survive, the fight for all control |
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Step into seclusion, hide beneathe the brush, |
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It's the code of honor, nothing to discuss |
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Your fates in the hands of those who pull your strings |
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Are they drunk with power, or lonely human beings |
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Mesmerize the chosen, critisize desertion, |
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Publicize the moment, just coersion |
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Soldiers fill the streets, they're marching off to war, |
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In the Bosnian freeze, a massage to explore |
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[Chorus] |
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Old men make mistakes and soon the young men pay |
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Sacrifice the day with their lives Return to Vietnam, the parallel is the same |
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The object is to win or lose this deadly game |
