| All this talk of blood and iron
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| Is the 'cause of all my shaking
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| All this talk of blood and iron
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| Is the 'cause of all my shaking
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| All this talk of blood and iron
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| Is the 'cause of all my shaking
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| All this talk about blood and iron
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| It’s the 'cause of all my shaking
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| The fatherland’s no place to die for
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| It makes me want to run out shaking
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| I hear some talk of guns and butter
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| That’s something we can do without
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| If men are only blood and iron
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| O Doctor Doctor, what’s in my shirt?
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| Just keep quiet, no room for doubt
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| I’m hearing talk of joy in labour
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| I’ll tell you this, you can leave me out
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| The motherland’s no place to cry for
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| I want some sand to hide my head in
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| I’m hearing talk of strength in labour
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| That’s something I can do without
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| If I’m only blood and iron
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| O Doctor Doctor, what’s in my shirt?
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| Just keep quiet, no room for doubt
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| All this talk of blood and iron
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| It’s the 'cause of all my shaking
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| The fatherland’s no place to cry for
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| It makes me want to run out shouting
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| I hear some talk of guns and butter
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| That’s something I can do without
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| If men are only blood and iron
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| O Doctor Doctor, what’s in my shirt?
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| Just keep quiet, no room for doubt |