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The fans were whirlin' |
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Like the blades of a 'copter |
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Liftin' into the skies above some foreign land |
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Soaked with the bodies of so many friends |
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Johnny waved, he was on his way home |
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Waved goodbye to his comrades in arms |
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And all the twisted things he'd seen |
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Waved goodbye |
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And the blades hit somethin' |
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Maybe just fate, but the blades hit |
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The 'copter went up in flames |
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And Johnny never went marchin' home |
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Johnny never went marchin' home |
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They took his name |
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And they carved it on a slab of marble |
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With several thousand other names |
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All the fallen idols |
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The apples of their mother's eye |
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Just another name |
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MeanwhileBack on that burning shore |
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Johnny's comrades stood speechless |
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They looked with uh uh uh uh disbelievin' eyes |
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As those bits of metal and the embers |
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The embers of his eyes, fanned out into the air |
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Black dust, flames |
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Oh! Johnny |
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Some day they'll make a movie about you |
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And in the makin' of movie |
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Some mad apocalypse |
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It will become even stranger |
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Than the simple act |
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Just a boy goin' up, up, up |
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Just a boy goin' up, in flames, in the smoke |
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Just another life, just another breath |
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And who'll remember |
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Oh! Eternity now |
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As eternal as a sheet of marble |
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Eternal as a slab on a green hill |
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And your name and all your fallen brothers |
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And all the ones not cut |
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All the ones remembered only in the hearts |
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A mother, a father, a brother |
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A sister, a lover, a son, daughter |
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Shall not, shall not fade, shall not fade |
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Your ancestors salute you |
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And the Gods of your ancestors, salute you |
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Havin', havin' been formed by the minds of your ancestors |
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The Gods of your ancestors, salute you |
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Havin' been formed by your ancestors |
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The Gods of your ancestors, salute you |
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They draw you in, they draw you through |
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They draw, they draw you through that golden door |
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Mornin' boy, come in, we remember you |
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We conceived of you, we conceived of your breath |
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We conceived of the whole human race |
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And we conceived it to be a beautiful thing |
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Like a tulip bending in the wind |
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Sometimes, it comes back to us |
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In the form of a handful of dust |
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Comes back in the form of smitten child |
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Our raped daughters, our |
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The broken bones, souls cleaved from hearts |
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They come back to us and our hands are filled |
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With their rotting tissues |
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But we turn not our backs we press our lips |
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Into their cancer, into the dust |
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Into the remains of each one |
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And that love is there and will greet you, will greet you |
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Mornin' boy, it's eternal love |
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Well here, go ahead |
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Run through that flame |
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Aww man, runnin' through your mind |
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You took a cat, you took a life, you took it by the tail |
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And you swirled it around your head |
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And you thrashed it, you smashed the life out of it |
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And you knew that would be your own |
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But you wanted to feel, you wanted to feel it die |
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Because you know, you would feel your own |
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You would feel your own, but you're remembered |
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You're remembered, you're remembered dead |
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You're remembered dead, you're remembered dead |
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We remember, we remember |
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We remember, everything hah |
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Everything hah |
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Wau wau wau |
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Wau wau wau |
