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As the daylight starts to fade - |
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Twisting shadows all around. |
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Dead soldiers on parade - |
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The ghosts of |
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Porton Down. |
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Hidden from the public eye, "A cause for regret" |
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Wrote the |
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Brigadier- |
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General with the chemistry set. "Can't be more specific - the matter's confidential, Links with other incidents are just coincidental." |
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In jeopardy - welcome to the lion's den, |
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We skate on thin ice - dice with death. |
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While young boys drown in seas of poison - |
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We are the plagiarists of breath. |
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We go left right left right left - |
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They're left in the right again. |
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We go right left right left right - |
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We've no rights left anymore. |
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Military science picking the locks |
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Of a 20th |
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Century Pandora's box. |
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A father tells a son, "The army makes a man of you." |
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Now all vital signs are gone - |
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Another joins the countless few. |
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Mentioned in dispatches - they tell the same old story, ' |
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Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori," They listened to him screaming - They sat and watched him writhe, Taking turns observing as his body burns alive. Rifles firing at the sky - As the " |
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Last Post" starts to play. Young soldiers often die - And the truth gets filed away. Thomas Atkins (Private 20967), Now reports for duty - He's been posted up to heaven. Enlisted by conscription - a participant unwilling. Who didn't plan to give his life for taking the " |
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King's Shilling". In jeopardy - welcome to the lion's den, We skate on thin ice - dice with death, While young boys drown in seas of poison - We are the plagiarists of breath. |
