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One, two, three, four |
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If we hadn't won the war |
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And I was calling all the shots |
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And what I believe was done |
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If we hadn't sent 'em there to die |
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You'd be sure that we'd be doing it again |
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So let the union stand alone to be it |
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While alone my brothers singing |
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This is the glory of war |
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Though no man picks his birth |
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Nobody and he'd be tied |
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And for it he must hold the line |
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I guess some men be born to dyin' |
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'Cause livin' wasn't up to them |
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So know, we're all born as brothers |
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Livin' just to kill each other |
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This is the glory of war |
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If our flag was wavin' free |
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And we'd marchin' all the way |
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For what? I doubt they knew |
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If we hadn't lost a generation |
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You'd be sure that we'd be losin' one again |
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So let them all go down for nothin' |
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And watch that blood keep comin' |
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This is the glory of war |
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So let the union stand alone to see it |
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While all my brothers screamin' |
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This is the glory of war |
