They were not called, is it really up to them,
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After all, girls don't play war,
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They are getting more and more outfits and a midnight waltz.
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But they lit the side lights,
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Not wanting a better share for myself,
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Our daughters, the countries of our daughter,
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And their waltz swept by like a whirlwind of fiery trails, a whirlwind of fiery trails.
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Cornflower fields silence
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It bursts suddenly with a roar of an explosion.
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Oh, what a pity that you are not a wife, not a bride.
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The war prevented love
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And the manes of the horses got mixed up.
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Don't know where you are, don't know
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And the road is long and so you want to scream, moan in your dreams ...
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Chorus:
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And the house is far, far away, the world is far, far away,
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The sound of boots on the plane -
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Girls, come back on time.
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And the house is far, far away, the world is far, far away,
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The sound of boots on the plane -
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Girls, come back on time.
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And they fly high above the ground,
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And under the wings of the blue sky,
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Never mind that bombing is not a woman's business.
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Nothing that there is no male power, only none of them was a coward.
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The sun has set, behind the cloud has set.
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"We will return home to fly into battle again at dawn."
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Chorus:
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And the house is far, far away, the world is far, far away,
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The sound of boots on the plane -
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Girls, come back on time.
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And the house is far, far away, the world is far, far away,
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The sound of boots on the plane -
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Girls, come back on time. |