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It was very close, yesterday |
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I thought for sure, they would break |
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But this attack, that |
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I have planned |
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A massive strike across open land |
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In the center, they will break(Will they break?) |
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But plan it well, everything's at stake |
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We'll hit 'em hard, not a silent gun |
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Before the |
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Infantry's begun |
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Execute it well, we risk everything |
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It's in Gods hands now |
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General Lee, |
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I must tell you straight |
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I believe this attack will fail |
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No fifteen thousand men ever made |
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Will overtake that ridge today |
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A mile charge over open ground |
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With Yankee cannon gunnin' us down |
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We do our duty, we do what we must |
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And in my plan, you will trust(Thousands die on this day) |
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Execute it well, we risk everything |
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It's in Gods hands now |
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The rebel cannon break the silence |
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One hundred fifty guns make up their cannonade |
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They must destroy the |
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Union Center |
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Before the |
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Infantry can launch their grand assault |
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The Yankees are returning fire(The Earth shakes violently) |
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In Washington |
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D.C. Lincoln |
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Feels the earth shake |
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What happens here this day |
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The fate of this nation |
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In the balance it will hang |
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Consumed with the pain |
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The courage of the blue |
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The valor of the grey |
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So very sad but true |
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Consumed with the pain |
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The Virginians are the chosen |
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In wait behind the trees on |
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Seminary Ridge |
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Longstreet's slow to give the orders |
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The lines emerged a mile, fifteen thousand men |
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The charge begins in all its grandeur(To the copse of trees) |
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For many of these men |
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They know it is their last |
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The slaughter now ensues |
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Bodies fall like rain |
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They valiantly pursue |
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Yet doomed to remain |
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At the double quick they charge |
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The canister rips through them |
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To the mouth of hell they march |
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Glory, the only gain |
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We're almost there my boys |
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I've never served with finer |
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We must push forward boys |
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And bayonet the |
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Yankee tyrants |
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To the copse of trees we charge |
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To crush the |
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Union Center |
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And when they turn and run |
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An open road leads us to freedom |
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It's over now we are retreating |
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I never thought that we'd be beaten |
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All this blood is on my hands |
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The thousands dead due to my plan |
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I am responsible, all of it is my fault |
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I thought us invincible |
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Is this gods will, after all? |
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I look across this blood soaked land |
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All this blood is on my hands |
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God forgive me, please forgive me |
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It's all my fault |
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The blood is on my hands |