| Must’ve left it when they moved out
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| In a hurry to flee the town
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| Armoured tanks broke through all of the soldier’s ranks
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| You can be sure they weren’t shooting blanks
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| From bodies laid out on the ground
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| There’s a song your father had sung
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| When you were just knee high
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| Now a soldier plays the same tune
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| From the toy you left behind
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| Something to remind you
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| Something to remind you
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| Burnt to black there’s aface you don’t recognise
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| Just a doll with hollow eyes
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| And a feeling you can’t describe
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| In factories, toys are made by the companies
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| Who create our killing machines
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| So the planet can rest at ease
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| There’s a story you ahd to hear
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| When you couldn’t sleep at all
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| Now the pages are burning
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| In some sad unholy war
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| Something to remind you
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| Something to remind you
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| Something to remind you
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| The ones you left behind you
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| Something to remind you
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| Something to remind you
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| Something to remind you
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| The ones you left behind you
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| The music box plays a song that I used to love
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| But now I can’t remember what it was
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| For my memory has faded |