| Courage fading as you walk away
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| Had a million other things to say
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| Then you turned away and I thought I’d shout
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| Like a coward i just chicken out
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| Two men standing on an open green
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| 20 paces, no one in between
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| Angry trigger on a smoking gun
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| See the coward as he turns to run
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| From the Colonel
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| Royal Army on his Father’s Side
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| You’re a coward, you can run but you can never hide
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| I keep on running from the bayonets and cannonballs
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| I accuse you of deserting our moe. |
| st worthy cause
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| The soldiers death is living hell. |
| escape is death, or run away
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| Get back in line so you can fight for me another day
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| No bloody way, I’m gonna run, so shoot me in the back
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| The bullet flies, The coward falls
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| The Colonel’s knife comes from his pack
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| Look over here boys gonna carve me out a souvenir
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| I’ll take a nose, I’ll take an eye, I’ll take the coward’s ear
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| Till the coward turned around, he held his gun in hand
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| Then the colonel’s dropped his knife he tried to turn away and run
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| I’m gonna end this with a bullet from my gun in hand!
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| THE BLOOD, THE BAYONETS, THE GORE, THE DEATH, THE CANNONBALL!!!
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| Rides the Colonel’s horse back to his home
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| His children kiss him, he returns alone
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| His wife hugs him, nothing left to say
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| The fighting’s over, everybody ran away |