| The map has gone.
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| It’s burning in the afternoon.
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| The smell’s so strong.
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| No chance to wait away.
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| Gold medallions for the proud men in kahki.
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| Battalions of strangers. |
| Battalions of strangers.
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| No one wants to lead the way.
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| Be the first death of the day.
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| Leave his family behind.
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| It must all be in the minds of Battalions of strangers. |
| Battalions of strangers…
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| Battalions of strangers. |
| Battalions of strangers…
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| The sound of guns has given way to children’s cries.
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| The war has come home.
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| The black smoke and the hordes of flies.
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| Gold medallions for the citizens who stand and wait.
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| Battalions of strangers. |
| Battalions of strangers…
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| No one wants to lead the way.
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| Be the first death of the day.
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| Leave his family behind.
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| It must all be in the minds of Battalions of strangers…
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| …Battalions of strangers.
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| The voice of calm from Moscow to the Pentagon.
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| Sound the alarm, and try to back the better one.
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| Gold medallions for men who must negotiate.
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| Battalions of strangers… Battalions of strangers.
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| Battalions of strangers… Battalions of strangers.
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| …Out. |