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So many came before you, |
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The prisoners of fate. |
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A history of bloodshed, |
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A legacy of hate. |
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But where will you be standing |
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When the battles have been won? |
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Inside your lonely fortress |
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The battle's just begun. |
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After the war |
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Who will you be fighting for? |
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After the war is over. |
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After the fire |
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Is burning to its dying embers. |
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After the war. |
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A letter from the draft board, |
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Put pain to all your dreams. |
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You're just another number |
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In military schemes. |
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They marched you in a uniform |
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You wore against your will. |
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With lies of hope and glory, |
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They taught you how to kill. |
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After the war |
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Who will you be fighting for? |
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After the war is over. |
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After the fire |
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Is burning to its dying embers. |
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After the war. |
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After the war, |
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You thought you'd be a hero. |
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After all that you survived. |
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If hell was meant for heroes, |
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You'd surely have arrived. |
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After the war. After the war. |
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After the war |
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who will you be fighting for? |
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After the war |
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who will you be fighting for? |
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After the fire |
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is burning to its dying embers. |
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After the war. |
