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Lines were drawn, forces gathered |
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All at the foot of our bed |
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Planned attacks without retreats |
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Spoke of war, rattled our swords |
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Brought out the great big guns |
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Halfway through a long campaign |
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We got tired, of the bloody fun |
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Roses given |
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A truce was signed without a shot |
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We drank to our new deal |
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Felt so good about what we got |
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We ended up oh lord half peeled |
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Silence rules my day |
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Give me some more of the same |
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The prize is not so much in the goal .. no, no |
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As the playing of the game |
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Roses given |
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Sure we bark and sometimes bite |
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But we never use our teeth |
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Ain |