| When morning breaks, I’ll be gone
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| When morning breaks, I’ll be gone
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| And where I go, I do not know
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| When morning breaks, I’ll be gone
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| The Captain read off my name
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| The Captain read off my name
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| The regiment is marching to war
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| The Captain read off my name
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| The drums are rolling for war
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| The drums are rolling for war
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| The lines are forming to wait for the morning
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| To wait for the cruel cannons' roar!
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| I’ll breathe your name through the fire
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| I’ll breathe your name through the fire
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| I’ll breathe your name to bring me home again
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| I’ll breathe your name through the fire
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| The drums are rolling for war
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| The drums are rolling for war
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| The lines are forming to wait for the morning
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| To wait for the cruel cannons' roar!
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| When morning breaks, I’ll be gone |