| The moon lights up over the battlefield, now
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| With a blistering heat somehow
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| Lifeless, limp and broken hearts are dead
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| They should have just stayed home instead
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| Stayed alive
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| Well the letter arrives, it glistens a mother’s eyes
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| She wonders where, when and why
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| She could have tucked him in his bed
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| With a kiss on the cheek and his head
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| He’d still lie
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| Well the moon and the stars can’t cast shadows on what is wrong
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| Well our boys are dead
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| They’ve been misled
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| Nothing more
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| The sun wakes up
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| Brings sparkles in the morning light
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| Rubs her belly, bows her head to cry
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| She lost him before they were wed
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| But he’s there in her heart and her head
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| He’ll stay alive
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| Oh the moon and the stars can’t cast shadows on what is wrong
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| Well our boys are dead
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| They’ve been misled
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| Oh, nothing more
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| Well the moon and the stars can’t cast shadows on what is wrong
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| Well our boys are dead
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| They’ve been misled
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| Nothing more
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| The moon lights up, over the battlefield now |