| Roll on out the grand parade
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| Send up all the fire and wings
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| The butcher here to gut the day
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| And spill out the sudden king
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| All the bravest boys, waiting for the world to end
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| I never knew you all that well
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| Your rifle came before your name
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| Our mothers share a slice of hell
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| Smoking under heavy rain
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| All the bravest boys, waiting for the world to end
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| And all the bravest boys
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| Are waiting for the world to end
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| For the world to end (over it before it began)
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| And all their favourite toys
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| Are buried there beside their friends
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| If the world will end (over it before it began)
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| Huddled on our shadowed hill
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| The town is a fallen steed
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| Chocolate milk and wounded birds
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| The rumours in the trembling leaves
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| And all the bravest boys
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| Are waiting for the world to end
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| For the world to end (over it before it began)
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| And all their favourite toys
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| Are buried there beside their friends
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| If the world will end (over It before it began)
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| All the bravest boys, waiting for the world to end |