And sometimes the fate of a scout
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Short as hand-to-hand combat.
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And the sky is blue overhead
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And the stars are easy to reach
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And you listen, they fly and buzz,
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tracer in the silence of the night.
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And cutting through the air they will fly
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over your head.
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And you listen, they fly and buzz,
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tracer in the silence of the night.
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And rustling across the sky,
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breaking our peace.
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You do not envy our glory
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Let the girls sometimes give flowers
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Perhaps tomorrow in the silence of the night
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The machine will jam and the store is empty
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And you listen, they fly and buzz
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Tracer on the silence of the night
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And cutting through the air they will fly
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Over your head
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And you listen, they fly and buzz
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Tracer on the silence of the night
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And tearing the air will fly
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Breaking our peace...
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Perhaps tomorrow among these mountains
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We'll have to fight the last fight
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Well, it's useless to argue with fate
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A friend will avenge you and me
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And you listen, they fly and buzz
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Tracer on the silence of the night
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And cutting through the air they will fly
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Over your head
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And you listen, they fly and buzz
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Tracer on the silence of the night
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And rustling across the sky
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Breaking our peace |