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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 |
