| So we lie and wait for dreaded and demanding down
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| Come wrest us from our safe and sleepy beds
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| Over by the windown lie the raiment and the weapons
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| That we need to take into this world today
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| Armoured by opinion, with statistic and schoolboy’s charm
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| We take our plce amongst the rank and file
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| Young and proud and free, we are the 'gilded youth'
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| The chosen 'few'
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| The vanguard of our generation here
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| Marching out in the battle, after the glory in this enterprise
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| Likes pieces on a board, we’re pushed around
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| As cannons roar and missiles fly, into this melee we are thrown
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| We dearly learn survival has her price
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| Now profit is a noble cause, we’re honourbound to follow on Believing 'Good' and 'Right' are on our side
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| Will we be remembered in dispatches or in legends long
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| Will our story often be retold?
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| But dragons slain in PC games
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| just can’t assuage, you anger reigns,
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| You struggle on in spite of all you learn,
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| Baffled by their industry and bold commercial wizzardry
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| The young crusader’s beaten by the game
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| Yet in a quiet shade of evening when I lay me down
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| And relive all the struggles we have made
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| A smile creeps cross the lace that bears
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| the scars of war time can’t erase,
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| I loosen off my grip and fade away
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| I loosen off my grip and fade away
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| I loosen off my grip and fade away
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| I loosen off my grip and fade away
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| I finaly close my eyes and fade away |