| I see the young boys, they’re standing so proud
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| In their brand new uniform
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| I hear their tough voices, no doubt allowed
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| For god and country they storm
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| And then they’re marching in that war, into death
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| They catch the bullet with their heads
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| All that is left now
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| Is only names carved in stone
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| Forgotten heroes underground
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| Not much is left now
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| Some rusty nails, some rotten bones
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| The dead heroe’s names carved in stone
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| The politician lives in a white house
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| The boys have tents in the mud
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| He’s getting richer with weapons and oil
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| While the young men give their blood
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| And the deceivers will salute at the graves
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| Of those betrayed 'bout their own lives
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| All that is left now
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| Is only names carved in stone
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| Forgotten heroes underground
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| Not much is left now
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| Some rusty nails, some rotten bones
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| The dead heroe’s names carved in stone
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| You won’t survive!
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| No one survived! |