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High time to mobilize |
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The work we'll do |
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High time to synchronize |
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Gather our crew |
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A secret battlefield |
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Lies within you |
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War is the cost |
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Of fighting off the truth |
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Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
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We're gonna fight the good fight |
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Well, no one's dragging you along |
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On a Saigon summer night |
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Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
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You're gonna come to realize |
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When your belly's in the trench |
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Then your heart's gotta mobilize |
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I'll be a spy for hire |
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I'll plant the bug |
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Eavesdrop on sweet desire |
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Go undercover |
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But you must promise |
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To stop fighting off the truth |
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Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
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We're gonna fight the good fight |
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Well, no one's dragging you along |
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On a long, long summer night |
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Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
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You're gonna come to realize |
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When your belly's in the trench |
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Then your heart's gotta mobilize |
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My enemy grows stronger |
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As I pace the floor and wonder how |
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I've let it come this way |
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My enemy is part of me |
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The last one that I wish to meet |
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In battle face to face |
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Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
