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Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end |
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No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend |
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Running blind through killing fields, bred to kill them all |
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Victim of what said should be |
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Aservant `til I fall |
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Soldier boy, made of clay |
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Now an empty shell |
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Twenty one, only son |
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But he served us well |
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Bred to kill, not to care |
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Just do as we say |
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Finished here, Greeting Death |
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Hes yours to take away |
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Back to the front |
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You will do what I say, when I say |
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Back to the front |
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You will die when I say, you must die |
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Back to the front |
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You coward , you servant, you blindman |
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Barking of machinegun fire, does nothing to me now |
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Sounding of the clock that ticks, get used to it somehow |
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More a man, more stripes you bare, glory seeker trends |
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Bodies fill the fields I see |
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The slaughter never ends |
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Soldier boy, made of clay |
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Now an empty shell |
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Twenty one, only son |
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But he served us well |
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Bred to kill, not to care |
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Just do as we say |
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Finished here, Greeting Death |
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Hes yours to take away |
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Back to the front |
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You will do what I say, when I say |
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Back to the front |
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You will die when I say, you must die |
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Back to the front |
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You coward, you servant, you blindman |
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Why, Am I dying? |
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Kill, have no fear |
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Lie, live off lying |
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Hell, Hell is here |
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I was born for dying |
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Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I say |
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Had no chance to see myself, molded day by day |
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Looking back I realize, nothing have I done |
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Left to die with only friend |
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Alone I clench my gun |
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Soldier boy, made of clay |
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Now an empty shell |
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Twenty one, only son |
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But he served us well |
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Bred to kill, not to care |
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Just do as we say |
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Finished here, Greeting Death |
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Hes yours to take away |
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Back to the front |
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You will do what I say, when I say |
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Back to the front |
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You will die when I say, you must die |
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Back to the front |
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You coward, you servant, you blindman |
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Back to the front |
