| The tank platoon is moving slow
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| We hear the rolling thunder grow
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| Over our heads a heavy cloud of planes
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| The aircraft-carrier in the bay
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| Is sending arrows in the sky
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| The button’s pushed, a way of no return
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| And so we’re shooting, we’re shooting pictures of war
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| That’s war
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| We’re executing in the name of a star
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| That’s war
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| That will be shining alone in the sky
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| That’s war
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| And so we’re fighting only to die
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| We sleep in trenches bound to die
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| Rocked by a cannon lullaby
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| The actors of the final power play
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| And so we’re shooting, we’re shooting pictures of war
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| That’s war
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| We’re executing in the name of a star
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| That’s war
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| That will be shining alone in the sky
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| That’s war
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| And so we’re fighting only to die |