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Soldier of the line, how does it feel? |
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You're far away from home, polishing steel |
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The sun moves in between the mountain and sky |
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As dawn puts out its fingers, splitting them wide |
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Soldier of the line, what do you know? |
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About the other side, they never show |
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They must be well disguised, biding their time |
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Their armour well prepared, so nothing will shine |
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Solider of the line, would you kill me? |
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There's something in your eyes stopping you see |
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They're cloudy and you turn your head away |
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What's that rolling down your face? Are you okay? |
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Hold back those tears from your eyes |
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Don't show those feelings inside |
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You're in a murderous playground |
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War games on a castle wall |
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You're in a murderous playground |
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Crossed out if you dare to fall |
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Soldier of the line, it isn't fair |
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You're bleeding deep inside, nobody cares |
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Your flag and lance stand proud, splintered and red |
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No movement in the fields, the crows will be fed |
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Soldier of the line, you've come to the end |
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You'll never get to see your mother again |
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Some unfamiliar place you're going to stay |
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An unremembered name, an unforgettable day |
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You're in a murderous playground |
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War games on a castle wall |
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You're in a murderous playground |
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Crossed out if you dare to fall |
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You're in a murderous playground |
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War games on a castle wall |
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You're in a murderous playground |
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Crossed out if you dare to fall |
