| Your head on my shoulder
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| Two months you’ve been a soldier
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| I feel so sick inside
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| Two months you have been alive
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| So no one here knows your surname
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| No one knows from where you came
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| The Red Cross takes you to your grave
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| For which your government kindly pays
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| WHITE CROSS upon the hillside
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| There lies that unknown soldier
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| No one can remember your name
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| So here I stand by your graveside
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| The steel helmet lies upon your cross
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| They said you died for king and country
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| That’s no comfort to the life you’ve lost
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| FIRST LIGHT
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| The sniper saw you
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| SECOND LIGHT
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| Took careful aim
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| THIRD LIGHT
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| He pulled the trigger on the gun
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| Dead dead dead
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| WHITE CROSS upon the hillside
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| There lies that unknown soldier
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| No one can remember your name
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| (So here beings the human harvest
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| Another war to end all wars
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| To give a life for rhyme nor reason
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| There are no words to justify the cause
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| So if our future lies in the scarlet fields
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| Who would be a patriot at the price of humanity?
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| WHO WOULD BE A PATRIOT AT THE PRICE OF HUMANITY?)
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| No, not me
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| NO NOT ME
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| WHITE CROSS upon the hillside
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| There lies that unknown soldier
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| No one can remember the
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| WHITE CROSS upon the hillside
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| There lies that unknown soldier
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| No one, no one, no one |