| When I was young I took an oath
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| To fight for love and faith and hope
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| But how was I to have known
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| I would have to face myself, my cover blown
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| Yeah I was shaken by what I saw
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| Something in you breaks when you watch your comrades fall
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| Even now I suppose the battle’s not yet over
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| And I’m just another soldier
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| On the field of love
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| Marching blind through the dark
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| Somehow it fell on me to lead the charge
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| I was wounded, I bear the scar
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| And wear it like a badge of courage on my heart
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| So sound the bugle and beat the drums
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| The sky has turned blood-red at the setting of the sun
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| Even now, heaven knows, the battle’s not yet over
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| And I’m just another soldier
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| On the field of love
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| Should I go down on this hallowed ground
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| Surely more of us are willing to try for love
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| Willing to die
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| So sound the bugle and beat the drums
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| The night is coming on at the sinking of the sun
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| Even now I suppose the battle’s never over
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| As long as there’s a soldier
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| On the field of love |