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Digging all day and digging all night |
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To keep my foxhole out of sight |
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Digging into dinner on a plate on my knees |
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The smell of damp webbing in the morning breeze |
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Fear in my stomach, fear in the sky |
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I eat my dinner with a weary eye |
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After all this it won't be the same |
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Messing around on Salisbury plain |
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Pick up your feet, fall in, move out |
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We're going to a party way down south |
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Me and the corporal out on a spree |
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Damned from here to eternity |
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I can already taste the blood in my mouth |
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We're going to a party way down south |
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I hate this flat land, there's no cover |
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For sons and fathers and brothers and lovers |
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I can take the killing, I can take the slaughter |
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But I don't talk to Sun reporters |
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I never thought that I would be |
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Fighting fascists in the southern sea |
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I saw one today and in his hand |
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Was a weapon that was made in Birmingham |
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Pick up your feet, fall in, move out |
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We're going to a party way down south |
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Me and the corporal out on a spree |
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Damned from here to eternity |
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I can already taste the blood in my mouth |
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We're going to a party way down south |
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I wish Kipling and the Captain were here |
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To record our pursuits for posterity |
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Me and the corporal out on a spree |
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Damned from here to eternity, oh |