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Everybody's got a number tattooed on their soul |
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And the time's gonna come boy, when your number's called |
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Everybody gets a uniform and a hut to live in |
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They give you your rank, you tell 'em your next of kin |
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And there's no escape for the likes of you, my friend [Chorus] |
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But I'm gonna be out on an island |
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In the middle of the bright blue sea |
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Out on an island |
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Where nobody's gonna bother looking for me |
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Everybody gets the training, in the wind and the rain |
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Ten miles cross country, driving you insane |
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Everybody gets to jump the hoop and march in time |
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You just gotta remember you gotta toe the line |
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So dont go looking over your shoulder for me [Chorus] |
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Every number is a hero and every hero's a son |
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But every son's just a number when the battles begun |
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So don't go waitin on the corner for me [Chorus x2] |
