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So we lie awake and wait for dreaded and demanding dawn |
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Come wrest us from our safe and sleepy beds |
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Over by the window lie the raiment and the weapons |
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That we need to take into this world today |
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Armoured by opinion, with statistics and schoolboy's charm |
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We take our place amongst the rank and file |
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Young and proud and free, we are the gilded youth, the chosen few |
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The vanguard of our generation here |
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Marching into battle after the glory in this enterprise |
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Likes pieces on a board we're pushed around |
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As cannons roar and missiles fly into this melee we are thrown |
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We dearly learn survival has her price |
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Now profit is a noble cause, we're honourbound to follow on |
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Believing good and right are on our side |
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Will we be remembered in dispatches or in legends long |
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Will our story often be retold? |
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But dragons slain in PC games |
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Just can't assuage, your anger reigns |
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You struggle on in spite of all you learn |
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Baffled by their industry |
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And bold commercial wizardry |
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The young crusader's beaten by the game |
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Yet in a quiet shade of evening when I lay me down |
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And relive all the struggles we have made |
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A smile creeps cross the lace that bears |
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The scars of war time can't erase |
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I loosen off my grip and fade away |
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I loosen off my grip and fade away |
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I loosen off my grip and fade away |
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I loosen off my grip and fade away |
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I finally close my eyes and fade away |
