| They are soldiers too blind too see
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| Fighting for their own damnation
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| See the honour and pride in their chests
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| Targets feeding guns
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| There’s too much hate to hear the warning
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| On killing fields where nobody wins
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| No denying they are the strongest
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| Blowing out their mother country
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| Independence — What is the value?
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| What has made them pay the price?
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| It’s much too late to hear the warning
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| On killing fields where nobody wins
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| All men of steel and hearts of ivory
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| See the comrades side by side
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| Under fire seems like eternity
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| A game, sinister
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| The souls are sold where is the ecstasy?
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| Where are the bold? |
| Times change
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| Is there a need for all the wasted youth?
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| They call it war!
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| The souls are bold, a newfound ecstasy
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| The guns are sold, values change
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| The sirens howl a short infinity
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| The airforce whispers
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| The war was cold, now it has turned to flames
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| Nobody knows the reason why
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| Is there a need for all this wasted life
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| There must be more!
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| They never wait to hear the warning
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| On killing fields where nobody wins
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| There’s a fight on the hill
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| Even time is standing still
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| But they never will know the score
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| (War is just a game of tools
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| Still it’s the same, still it’s the same
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| War is made by leading fools
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| Nothing remains, nothing remains) |