| Plunging through the second war
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| Mice and friends beneath the fall
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| I never begged for the second war
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| I never begged for a yellow scar
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| It’s in the water its in their tea
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| You give them freedom they call you thief
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| That’s the way to short and certain death
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| You just wish for a third war
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| Plunging through the second war
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| Mice and friends beneath the fall
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| I never begged for the second war
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| I never begged for a yellow scar
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| It’s in the water its in their tea
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| You give them freedom they call you thief
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| That’s the wish of certain death
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| You just wish for a certain death
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| You just wished for a third war
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| You just wished for a third war
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| You just wished for a third war
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| You just wished for a third war
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| The roped up boss he taught me things
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| Play it safe til someone sings
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| Down the river and into the rapids
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| I saw the boss amongst the kids
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| The roar of death enhances the game
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| The old men expect more of the same
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| It’s a foreign into youth
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| Ending time with a jolt too
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| That’s the wish of a third war
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| That’s the wish of a third war
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| You just wished for a third war
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| That’s the wish of a third war |