| Dead friends lying back to back
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| In this manufactured heart attack
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| They have done their politicians' will
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| Ten thousand years on, they’ll be lying still
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| Help me find a way out
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| Hear all our restless spirits shout
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| Turning around I see a new age dawn
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| And I look on
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| Tracer bullets lightning up the sky
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| A soldiers' duty is to die
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| Night times descended on this mushroom cloud
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| Our days have ended in a chlorine shroud
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| Help me find a way out
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| Hear all our restless spirits shout
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| Turning around I see a new age dawn
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| And I look on
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| Climbing, our spirits they rise above the battlefield
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| They’re beating their lives now
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| In a different time
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| Am I in heaven or in hell?
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| Well, personally, I can’t tell
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| Oh, no, I can’t tell
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| Gliding, our spirits they soar
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| Across the battlefield
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| They’re joining together now as one mind
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| Am I in heaven or in hell?
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| Well, personally, I don’t care
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| Oh, no, I don’t care
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| Beam me up
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| Beam, oh, please, beam me up, beam me up
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| Rising our spirits they glide
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| Above the battlefield
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| They’re reaching up to a higher mind |