| I can’t remember why the war started here
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| But the bombs keep on falling, year after year
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| The soldiers, they charge bravely into the fight
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| But the incoming bombardment buries them alive
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| A lost generation dies by gunshot to the head
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| A forward advance over mountains of the dead
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| An outstretched hand reaching up through the wire
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| Can’t hear the scream through the endless shellfire
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| Fire
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| Fire
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| Fire
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| We obey our leaders when they order the attack
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| With our honor and our glory, we live among the rats
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| The warriors, so valiant, drowning in mud
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| And forever these fields will be stained with blood
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| Every single day, the barrage raining down
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| Nothing I can hear, but the horrible sound
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| Incoming
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| A lost generation dies by gunshot to the head
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| A forward advance over mountains of the dead
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| An unseen hand, the voice of the liar
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| Will bury the world under endless shellfire
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| Fire
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| Fire
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| Fire
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| Shellfire
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| I’m cast aside now that I’ve played my part
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| I lie in the street, I beg not to starve
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| I’m crippled, disfigured, you just look away
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| The war you forgot, the price I have paid |