| Buried in the fields
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| I see the fields under a peaceful sky
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| I wonder if we ever realized
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| That on this ground here in these fields
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| A lot went down back in our history
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| Many men stood here on this land
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| And fought their battles 'till the bitter end
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| They came here to free us from tyranny
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| They gave their lives for you and me
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| oNw the grass is green and the land has healed
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| But i know there’s a lot buried in these fields
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| The war that took place here on this land
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| The ghost of the past now in gods hands
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| The tyrants that once rised and fell
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| Now strinkend after life in hell
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| A time of fear that we once knew
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| When tanks shook this ground
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| When the eagles flew
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| When the guns were fired and the bombs rained down
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| Death and dispair lay on this ground
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| Now the grass is green and the land has healed
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| But i know there’s a lot buried in these fields
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| Now that the time has come and gone
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| The land has changed ist ugly form
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| The pasture now grows straight and neat
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| But don’t forget what happened in these fields |