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Us and them |
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And after all we're only ordinary men |
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Me and you |
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God only knows it's not what we would choose to do |
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Forward he cried from the rear |
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and the front rank died |
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And the General sat, and the lines on the map |
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moved from side to side |
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Black and blue |
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And who knows which is which and who is who |
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Up and down |
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And in the end it's only 'round and 'round and 'round |
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"Haven't you heard it's a battle of words?" |
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The poster bearer cried |
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"Listen son," |
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said the man with the gun |
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"There's room for you inside." |
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Down and out |
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It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about |
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With, without |
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And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about |
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Get out of the way, it's a busy day |
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And I've got things on my mind |
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For want of the price of tea and a slice |
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The old man died |
