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(derek disck/steve rothery/ pete trewavas/ micheal pointer/mark kelly/diz minnett/brian jellyman) |
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Armalite, street lights, nightsights |
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Searching the roofs for a sniper, a viper, a fighter |
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Death in the shadows he'll maim you, he'll wound you, he'll kill you |
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For a long forgotten cause |
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On not so foreign shores |
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Boys baptised in war |
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Boys baptised in war |
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Morphine, chill scream, bad dream |
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Serving as numbers on dogtags, flakrags, sandbags |
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Your girl has married your best friend, loves end, poison pen |
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Your flesh will always creep, tossing turning sleep |
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The wounds that burn so deep, burn so deep |
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Your mother sits on the edge of the world when the cameras start to roll |
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Panoramic viewpoint resurrect the killing fold |
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Your father drains another beer, he's one of the few that cares |
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Crawling behind a saracen's hull from the safety of his living room chair |
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Forgotten sons |
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Forgotten sons |
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Forgotten sons |
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And so as i patrol in the valley of the shadow of the tricolour i must fear evil |
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For i am but mortal and mortals can only die |
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Asking questions, pleading answers from the nameless faceless watchers |
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That parade the carpeted corridors of whitehall |
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Who orders desecration, mutilation, verbal masturbation in the guarded bureaucratic wombs |
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Minister, minister care for your children |
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Order them not into damnation |
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To eliminate those who would trespass against you |
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For whose is the kingdom, the power, the glory for ever and ever |
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Amen |
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Amen |
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Amen |
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Amen |
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Amen |
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Amen |
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Amen |
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"halt who goes there!" - " death!!" |
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"approach ... friend" |
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You're just another coffin on its way down the emerald aisle |
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When your children's stony glances mourn |
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Your death in a terrorist's smile |
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The bomber's arm placing fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves |
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Alley sings with shrapnel detonate a temporary hell |
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Forgotten sons |
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Forgotten sons |
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From the dolequeue to the regiment a profession in a flash |
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But remember monday signings when from door to door you dash |
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On the news a nation mourns you unknown soldier count the cost |
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For a second you'll be famous but labelled posthumous |
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Ring-a-ring-o-roses, they all fall down |
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Ring-a-ring-o-roses, they all fall down |
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Ring-a-ring-o-roses |
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Ring-a-ring-o-roses |
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Ring-a-ring-o-roses, they all fall down |
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Forgotten son |
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Forgotten son |
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Forgotten son |
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They're still forgotten, they're still still forgotten |
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Peace on earth and mercy mild, mother brown has lost her child |
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Just another forgotten son |
