| Us, and them
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| And after all we’re only ordinary men
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| Me, and you
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| God only knows it’s not what we would choose to do Forward he cried from the rear
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| and the front rank died
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| And the General sat, and the lines on the map
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| moved from side to side
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| Black and blue
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| And who knows which is which and who is who
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| Up and Down
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| And in the end it’s only round and round and round
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| Haven’t you heard it’s a battle of words
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| the post bearer cried
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| Listen son, said the man with the gun
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| There’s room for you inside
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| Down and Out
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| It can’t be helped but there’s a lot of it about
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| With, without
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| And who’ll deny that’s what the fighting’s all abouut
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| Get out of the way, it’s a busy day
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| and I’ve got things on my mind
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| For the want of the price of tea and a slice
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| The old man died |