| Where are the legs with which you run?
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| Where are the legs with which you run?
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| When first you went to take a gun?
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| Indeed, your dancing days are gone
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| Where is the flame that once was burning
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| Deep inside your soft brown eyes?
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| Where is the soul that once was yearning
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| For peace but not for sacrifice?
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| I’m happy for to see you home
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| I’m happy for to see you home
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| So low in flesh so high in bone
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| Well I can sense your fears unknown
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| So, Hip Hurray, the drums are beating
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| But they call on him in vain
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| Hip Hurray, his heart is bleeding
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| He will never dance again
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| Hip Hurray, the war bells summon
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| All the men to go to war
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| Johnny, Johnny, I hardly knew ye
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| You should have known it before |