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He was a young boy about to be a man |
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She loved him so, oh, please don't go |
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Down on his knees the blade passed with ease |
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Shoulder to shoulder as it pierces her heart |
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Out in the fields the boy becomes a man |
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Taste of blood in his throat feel of death on his hands |
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He shall fall on this dark, misty night |
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As he falls he hears his loved one cry |
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Birth of a hero, death of a man |
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She'll never understand why he left her hand |
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He was a young boy, she loved him so |
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She watched the sun set and longed for his journey home |
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Flags fly low, the blade cut deep |
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Now she must bear the wounds that bleed memories |
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Birth of a hero, death of a man |
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She'll never understand why he left her hand |
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Birth of a hero, death of a man |
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She'll never understand why he left her hand |
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Birth of a hero, death of a man |
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She'll never understand why he left her hand |
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Birth of a hero, death of a man |
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She'll never understand why he left her hand |
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Birth of a hero, birth of a hero |
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Birth of a hero, death of a man |