| The lamp that lights the way
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| Is a light from yesterday
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| The drum which leads the way
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| Is a sound from yesterday
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| The road is filled with shadows
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| Of a million, living leaves
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| Darkness all around us
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| And not a friend in sight
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| We sang a song together
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| To help us through the night
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| The song was sung with spirit
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| But soft, and like a choir
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| And as the others sang along
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| Our voices lifted higher
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| We sang until we reached the bridge
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| We crossed, then saw the wire
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| But by the time we stopped the song
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| The enemy had opened fire
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| Now, we ain’t gonna sing that song no more
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| Ain’t gonna sing that song no more
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| Just don’t pay to sing no more
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| Especially when you’re in a war. |
| A war
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| The song was sung with spirit
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| But soft and like a choir
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| But by the time we stopped the song
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| The enemy had opened fire
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| Now, we ain’t gonna sing that song no more
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| Ain’t gonna sing that song no more
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| Just don’t pay to sing no more
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| Especially when you’re in a war |