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Do I hear what I think I'm hearin'? |
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Do I see the signs, I think I see? |
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Or is this just fantasy |
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Is it true that the beast is wakin'? |
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Stirrin' in his restless sleep tonight in the pale moonlight |
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In the grip of this cold December |
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You and I have reason to remember |
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Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing |
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The songs that you and I don't sing |
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They blow their horns and march along |
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They drum their drums and look so strong |
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You'd think that nothin' in the world was wrong |
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Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing |
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The songs that you and I won't sing |
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Let's not look the other way, takin' a chance |
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'Cause if the bugler starts to play |
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We too must dance |
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What's that sound, what's that dreadful rumble? |
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Won't somebody tell me what I hear? |
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In the distance but drawin' near |
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Is it only a storm approachin'? |
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All that thunder and the blinding light in the winter night |
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In the grip of this cold December |
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You and I have reason to remember |
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Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing |
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The songs that you and I don't sing |
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They blow their horns and march along |
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They drum their drums and look so strong |
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You'd think that nothin' in the world was wrong |
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Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing |
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The songs that you and I won't sing |
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Let's not look the other way, takin' a chance |
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'Cause if the bugler starts to play |
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We too must dance |
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Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing |
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The songs that you and I won't sing |
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Let's not look the other way, takin' a chance |
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'Cause if the bugler starts to play |
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We too must dance |
