| I’ve known no war
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| And if I ever do I won’t know for sure
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| Who’ll be fighting whom
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| For the soldiers lonely tomb
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| Now opens as soon as the referee’s gun starts to roar
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| I’ll know no war
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| Galbraith took his pen
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| To break down the men
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| Of the German army defeated
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| On the nineteenth day
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| Of a spring day in May
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| Albert Speer was deleted
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| And as soon as the battle was over
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| I was born in victorious clover
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| And I’ve never been shot at or gassed
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| Never tortured or stabbed
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| And I’m sure — I’ll never know war
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| I know I’ll never know war
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| And if I ever do The glimpse will be short
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| Fireball in the sky
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| No front line battle cries
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| Can be heard and the button is pushed
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| By a soul that’s been bought
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| I’ll know no war
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| In and out of reach loft
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| The medals are lost
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| They belong to a lone broken sailor
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| His provinces now
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| Are the bars of the town
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| His songs and his poems of failure
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| For his grandchildren can’t see the glory
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| And his own kids are bored with the story
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| But for him they’d have burned behind netting
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| >From the brink they were grabbed
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| And I’m sure
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| I’ll never know war
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| I’ve known no war
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| And if I ever do I won’t know for sure
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| Who’ll be fighting whom
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| For the soldiers lonely tomb
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| Now opens as soon as the referee’s gun starts to roar
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| I’ll know no war
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| War — I’ve known no war
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| I’ll never know war
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| And if I ever know it The glimpse will be short
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| Fireball in the sky
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| No front line battle cries
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| Can be heard as the button is pushed by a soul that’s been bought
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| And the armies remaining will judge without people or courts
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| And there’s no point pretending that knowing will help us abort
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| I’ll know no war |