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It's happening again.. |
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So cross your fingers and cover up the path you left again. |
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He was crossing his fingers (crossing his fingers) as the bullet pierced his chest. |
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Your people piled high. |
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These figures never lie. |
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The prize your country sent a perfect red embellishment. |
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Your pride just swallow it. (Your pride just swallow it.) |
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The answer to this call to arms. |
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Marching onward, marching backward. |
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You're stomping over broken hearts. |
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Marching onward, marching backward. |
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Will weary soldiers lay them down in time? |
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It's happening again so cross your fingers (cross your fingers) until there's nothing left. |
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Just stop and take a breath suck in the stench of death. |
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We just got the numbers back we hope they all died right on impact. |
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You're pride just swallow it. (Your pride just swallow it) |
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So take a number undertaker. |
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Marching onward, marching backward. |
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The last hands to be laid on loved ones. |
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Marching onward, marching backward. |
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Our sons and daughters are sleeping in the rubble. |
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This is the last time I'll tell you. |
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(x2) |
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Are you bulletproof? |
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Are you bulletproof? |
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Sign sign your life away. |
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Are you bulletproof? |
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Are you bulletproof? |
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How many pieces are you gonna come back in? |
