| It was an august morning on the western front
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| And the grass was the only thing moving 'cept the wind blown trumpet
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| In the hand of a dead man
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| Died like a virgin as it never had a chance to make a sound
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| Siggy Thompson’s photo of the wife and kids was taken from the father who was
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| blown to bits is that a hero’s death
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| Well tell him now as he might not fell like joining
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| Oh! |
| what a lovely war, what was it for
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| Let’s have another one
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| Oh! |
| what a lovely war, what was it for
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| Let’s have another one
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| Daddy’s head resting in a strawberry bed. |
| What price his medal
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| When it’s piecerd by lead
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| For what General said and the pension clerk shows a cold smile
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| While you’re waiting
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| Ten thousand men died here today in mud with rats and sandbags were the only
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| friend to those men in the end
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| What goods a poppy if your six months dying
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| Oh! |
| what a lovely war, what was it for
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| Let’s have another one
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| Oh! |
| what a lovely war, what was it for
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| Let’s have another one
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| It was an August morning 1942, young
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| Thompson was a member
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| Of a gun crew
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| Like the dad he never knew
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| It’s all so bloody stupid like a deat- wish
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| Born for dying
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| Oh! |
| what a lovely war, what was it for
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| Let’s have another one
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| Oh! |
| what a lovely war, what was it for
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| Let’s have another one
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| Oh! |
| what a lovely war, what was it for
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| Let’s have another one
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| Oh! |
| what a lovely war, what was it for
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| Let’s have another one
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| Oh! |
| what a lovely war, what was it for
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| Let’s have another one
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| Oh! |
| what a lovely war, what was it for
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| Let’s have another one
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| Let’s have another one
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| Let’s have another one
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| Let’s have another one
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| JUST LIKE THE OTHER ONE! |