| The day that carnage came to town
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| We locked and bolted our doors down
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| We laid silent on the ground
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| Hoping we will not be found
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| As children moan as mother cries
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| I hide the fear from my eyes
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| We creep down the cellar door
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| Underneath the rotting floor
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| Oh, I can’t see the light
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| Is it day or has darkness come like men
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| my brothers fight
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| Oh' when will this be done
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| Will we see, will we see the sun
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| We hold up stock down in the cave
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| Two weeks gone by no light of day
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| The rats go ahead and steal their share
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| For in the darkness we’re unaware
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| I try to keep the others strong
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| We won’t last down here very long
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| How many lives have our boys gave
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| Have we built our shallow grave
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| Oh, I can’t see the light
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| Is it day or has darkness come like men
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| my brothers fight
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| Oh' when will this be done
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| Will we see, will we see the sun
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| Skin and bones we waste away
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| Two months gone by no light of day
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| Children rocking back and forth
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| They don’t play much anymore
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| The smell of death is in the air
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| Are chances are much less than fare
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| To leave may be our certain doom
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| To stay shelter becomes a tomb
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| Oh, I can’t see the light
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| Is it day or has darkness come like men
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| my brothers fight
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| Oh' when will this be done
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| Will we see, will we see the sun |