| In your head you can hear your heart
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| Sweat runs cold it’s all about to start
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| Life or death only seconds away
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| For king and country, there’s a game to play.
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| The hawks will fly, the doves will cry
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| The old wise ones stay at home
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| The young ones die
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| Come to the gathering
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| Have fun with a gun
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| Come to the gathering
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| Your day in the sun.
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| In your soul you can feel the fear
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| In your mind all your demons appear
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| Could this be your glory day
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| Or just another number when you’re blown away?
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| The hawks will fly, the doves will cry
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| The old wise ones stay at home
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| The young ones die
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| Come to the gathering
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| Have fun with a gun
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| Come to the gathering
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| Your day in the sun.
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| Thank the ones who bear the scar
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| Widow weaves and a silver star
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| All the ones who won’t meet dad
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| Wonder why they turned out so bad
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| All the kids who won the day
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| Just got bombed by the folks they saved
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| And all the people where you’re from
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| Don’t want you there you’ve been gone too long.
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| In your head you can hear your heart
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| Sweat runs cold it’s all about to start
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| Life or death only seconds away
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| For king and country, there’s a game to play.
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| The hawks will fly, the doves will cry
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| The old wise ones stay at home
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| The young ones die
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| Welcome to the gathering
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| Have fun with a gun
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| Welcome to the gathering
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| Your day in the sun. |