| Aaa aaa aaa aaa aaa aaa
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| Aaa aaa aaa aaa aaa aaa aaa
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| Ooo
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| Aaa
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| Aa aaa
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| Ooo ooo ooo ooo
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| Aa
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| Aa
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| Ooo
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| Is that gash in your leg
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| Really why you have stopped?
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| 'Cause I’ve noticed all the others
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| Though they’re gashed, they’re still goin'
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| 'Cause I feel like the real reason
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| That you’re quitting and admitting
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| That you’ve lost all the will to battle on
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| Will the fight for our sanity
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| Be the fight of our lives?
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| Now that we’ve lost all the reasons
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| That we thought that we had
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| Still the battle that we’re in
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| Rages on till the end
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| With explosions, wounds are open
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| Sights and smells, eyes and noses
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| But the thought that went unspoken
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| Was understandin' that you’re broken
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| Still the last volunteer battles on
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| Battles on
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| Battles on
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| Battles on |