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The map has gone. |
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It's burning in the afternoon. |
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The smell's so strong. |
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No chance to waft away. |
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Gold medallions for the proud men in kahki. |
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Those Battalions of strangers. |
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Those Battalions of strangers. |
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No one wants to lead the way. |
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Be the first death of the day. |
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Leave this family behind. |
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It must all be in the minds of |
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Battalions of strangers. |
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Of Battalions of strangers... |
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Of Battalions of strangers. |
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Battalions of strangers... |
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The sound of guns |
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Has given way to children's cries. |
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The war has come home. |
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The black smoke and the hordes of flies. |
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Gold medallions for the citizens who stand and wait. |
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Those Battalions of strangers. |
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Those Battalions of strangers... |
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No one wants to lead the way. |
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Be the first death of the day. |
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Leave this family behind. |
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It must all be in the minds of |
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Battalions of strangers |
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Of Battalions of strangers |
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Of Battalions of strangers |
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Of Battalions of strangers. |
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The voice of calm |
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From Moscow to the Pentagon. |
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Sound the alarm, |
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And try to back the better one. |
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Gold medallions for men who must negotiate. |
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For those battalions of strangers |
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For those battalions of strangers ... |
