| Soldier of the line, how does it feel?
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| You’re far away from home, polishing steel
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| The sun moves in between the mountain and sky
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| As dawn puts out its fingers, splitting them wide
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| Soldier of the line, what do you know?
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| About the other side, they never show
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| They must be well disguised, biding their time
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| Their armour well prepared, so nothing will shine
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| Solider of the line, would you kill me?
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| There’s something in your eyes stopping you see
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| They’re cloudy and you turn your head away
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| What’s that rolling down your face? |
| Are you okay?
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| Hold back those tears from your eyes
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| Don’t show those feelings inside
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| You’re in a murderous playground
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| War games on a castle wall
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| You’re in a murderous playground
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| Crossed out if you dare to fall
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| Soldier of the line, it isn’t fair
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| You’re bleeding deep inside, nobody cares
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| Your flag and lance stand proud, splintered and red
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| No movement in the fields, the crows will be fed
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| Soldier of the line, you’ve come to the end
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| You’ll never get to see your mother again
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| Some unfamiliar place you’re going to stay
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| An unremembered name, an unforgettable day
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| You’re in a murderous playground
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| War games on a castle wall
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| You’re in a murderous playground
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| Crossed out if you dare to fall
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| You’re in a murderous playground
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| War games on a castle wall
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| You’re in a murderous playground
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| Crossed out if you dare to fall |