| There is a field where things will grow
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| Between a stream and plots of mud
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| And in this field the grass will thrive
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| When the rain cleans off the blood
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| Oh the orders have been given explicitly
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| I know their aim is true
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| I’d fire back but I’ve been touching the enemy
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| And any old thing won’t do
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| There is a field where we will meet
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| Under a clear judgmental sky
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| And when it’s time we understand
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| It is a time when men will die
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| All of your cities
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| Are blocking our sun
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| You know the rules
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| (now orders are orders)
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| So kill everyone
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| (kill everyone)
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| Oh the orders have been given explicitly
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| I know their aim is true
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| I’d fire back but I’ve been touching the enemy
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| And any old thing won’t do
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| There is a face, I see it now
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| His only goal is not to fail
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| And from behind I held him close
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| Until I heard his last exhale
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| My weapon is perfect
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| But the safety is on
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| Going going going going
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| (going going going going)
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| Going going going going gone
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| Gone!
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| Oh the orders have been given explicitly
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| I know their aim is true
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| I’d fire back but I’ve been touching the enemy
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| And any old thing won’t do
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| Oh the orders have been given explicitly
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| I know their aim is true
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| I’d fire back but I’ve been touching the enemy
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| And any old thing won’t do |