| Where dead men lies I'm paralyzed, my brothers' eyes are gone
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| And he shall be buried here, nameless marks his grave
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| Mother home, get a telegram and shed a tear of grief
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| Mud and blood, in foreign land, trying to understand
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| Where is this greatness I've been told?
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| This is the lies that we been sold
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| Is this a worthy sacrifice?
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| Great war
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| And I cannot take more
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| Great tour
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| I keep on marching on
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| I play the great score
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| There will be no encore
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| Great War
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| The war to end all wars
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| I'm standing here, I'm full of fear, with bodies at my feet
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| Over there in the other trench, bullets wear my name
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| Lead ahead, as the captain said and show them no remorse
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| Who am I to understand what have I become?
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| I do my duties, pay the price
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| I'll do the worthy sacrifice
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| I know my deeds are not in vain
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| Great war
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| And I cannot take more
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| Great tour
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| I keep on marching on
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| I play the great score
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| There will be no encore
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| Great War
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| The war to end all wars
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| And feet by feet
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| We pay the price of a mile here
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| Though men are falling, we see Heroes rise
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| We face the heat
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| As we are fighting until the dawn
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| So follow me and we will write our own history
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| Great war
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| And I cannot take more
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| Great tour
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| I keep on marching on
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| I play the great score
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| There will be no encore
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| Great War
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| The war to end all wars |