| The order’s in
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| And we’ll be bringing them the fight
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| God bless my brother back home with my father
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| Give me the strength to beat this night
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| Sweat, ache, blistering heat
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| Pain in each step I take with my bleeding feet
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| This air it’s so hard to breathe
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| Through the dust and the smoke and the torrid debris
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| Marching forward
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| Towards the murder
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| These homes are breaking
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| The ground and the walls are shaking
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| I hear children cry
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| No time for goodbyes
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| So I hold my head high
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| As the fire falls down from the sky
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| Fire falls down from the sky
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| And the blast consumes
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| Fire ignites and burns our flesh
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| As we face our doom
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| Never to see our homes again
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| And we struggle and we strive
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| In the fight to stay alive
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| And the hope that we’ll survive
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| Will we make it through the night?
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| I’ll be going down, but I’ll take them out
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| Insurgents are all around
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| They’re burning the world to the ground
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| But if I’m going down
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| I will take them out
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| Slums, these poor homes
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| Are now our war zones
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| Together we’re marching forward
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| Towards the murder
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| My brothers beside me
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| Are strong and not one is breaking
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| We stand side by side
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| We fight or we die
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| And we hold our heads high
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| As the fire falls down from the sky
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| We die
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| We fight or we die |