| Cut down in their prime,
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| In silence, on that day,
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| February 58, they got what they need,
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| From Belgrade and back home to sleep.
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| More than a name, to millions,
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| What could have been changed,
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| By all the boys leaving Munich on that day,
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| The snow came and sent them to sleep.
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| (This, fall, was, greater than them all)
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| News and tributes come leaking (in)
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| As all eyes turn to Rome,
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| I forgotten the sadness (feel)
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| Voices turn us towards.
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| Cut down in their prime,
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| In silence, on that day,
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| February 58, they got what they need,
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| From Belgrade and back home to sleep.
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| (This, fall, was, greater than them all)
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| News and tributes come leaking (in)
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| As all eyes turn to Rome,
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| I forgotten the sadness (feel),
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| Voices turn us towards.
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| They’re still singing despite the (years)
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| Sending them back into Rome,
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| There’s a ringing in the (ears),
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| That lasts them here to war.
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| News and tributes,
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| (Lick it in
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| Lick it in,
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| Lick it in) |