| They walked along the lonely roads
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| With rusty guns and dirty clothes
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| The last support, a bugle calls
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| Once proud, but soon they’ll have to fall
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| Heroic words and standards high
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| A last embrace, the tears they cried
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| It moves their minds but not for long
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| 'Cause heroes must be brave and strong
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| Marching along with heads up high
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| A sight that couldn’t last forever
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| Oh no, oh no, oh no
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| A prayer sent up to heaven
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| But tears will fall
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| Prayers can’t win it all
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| The firing line will soon appear
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| Once proud, but now they all have fear
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| To see the other face to face
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| There’s no more pity, no more grace
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| They marched along with heads up high
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| A sight that couldn’t last forever
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| Oh no, oh no, oh no
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| A prayer sent up to heaven
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| But tears will fall
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| Prayers can’t win it all
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| Move along, marching on, heads up to the sky
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| All together, victory’s in sight
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| Moving on, marching on, soldiers in the night
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| Let’s enjoy a glorious delight
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| Move along, marching on, heads up to the sky
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| All together, victory’s in sight
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| Moving on, marching on, soldiers in the night
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| Let’s enjoy a glorious delight |