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i woke up in the morning, spent the night in the trenches again |
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the first thing i do is grab my gun |
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the enemy is near, it was dangerous to sleep |
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i was lucky to have lived to see the sun |
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in a foreign land fighting for my country |
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over words that the politicians said |
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i look and meet the eyes of an enemy soldier |
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aiming his gun at my head |
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stalemate... |
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panicked thoyghts run through my mind |
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visions of my death unwind |
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standing there shaking in terror |
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i clutch my gun in despair |
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we look eachother in the eyes |
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then we both realise that our roles are the same |
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i put down my gun and he walks away. |
