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You'll take my life but |
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I'll take yours too |
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You'll fire your musket but |
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I'll run you through |
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So when you're waiting for the next attack |
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You'd better stand there's no turning back |
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The bugle sounds as the charge begins |
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But on this battlefield no one wins |
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The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath |
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As you plunge into a certain death |
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The horse he sweats with fear we break to run |
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The mighty roar of the |
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Russian guns |
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And as we race towards the human wall |
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The screams of pain as my comrades fall |
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We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground |
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And as the |
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Russians fire another round |
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We get so near yet so far away |
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We won't live to fight another day |
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We get so close near enough to fight |
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When a Russian gets me in his sights |
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He pulls the trigger and |
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I feel the blow |
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A burst of rounds takes my horse below |
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And as I lay there gazing at the sky |
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My body's numb and my throat is dry |
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And as I lay forgotten and alone |
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Without a tear |
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I draw my parting groan |
