| Are those ours, over head why can’t they shoot the enemy instead
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| We took the King’s shilling for killing the hun
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| Over there, they must be blind they think we’re singing songs to pass time
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| Walking through land mines ain’t really much fun
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| Seeing those blue skies reminds me of home
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| They seem to forget we’re made of flesh, blood and bone
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| But we didn’t come here to die on our own to be remembered in a tower of stone
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| For their honour for their honour and their blood, honour and blood
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| See the fear in our eyes they kick us to make sure we’re still alive
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| To fulfill the duty of shooting someone if I were dead I’d understand
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| But I never thought that I could kill a man
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| Maybe tomorrow I won’t see the sun
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| Seeing those blue skies reminds me of home
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| They seem to forget we’re made of flesh, blood and bone
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| But we didn’t come here to die on our own to be remembered in a tower of stone
|
| For their honour for their honour and their blood, honour and blood
|
| Are those ours, over head why can’t they shoot the enemy instead
|
| We took the King’s shilling for killing the hun
|
| Over there, they must be blind they think we’re singing songs to pass time
|
| Walking through land mines ain’t really much fun
|
| Seeing those blue skies reminds me of home
|
| They seem to forget we’re made of flesh, blood and bone
|
| But we didn’t come here to die on our own to be remembered in a tower of stone
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| For their honour for their honour and their blood, honour and blood |