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(the clash) |
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It's up to you not to heed the call-up |
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'n' you must not act the way you were brought up |
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Who knows the reasons why you have grown up? |
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Who knows the plans or why they were drawn up? |
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It's up to you not to heed the call-up |
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I don't wanna die! |
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It's up to you not to hear the call-up |
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I don't wanna kill! |
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For he who will die |
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Is he who will kill |
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Maybe i wanna see the wheatfields |
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Over kiev and down to the sea |
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All the young people down the ages |
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They gladly marched off to die |
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Proud city fathers used to watch them |
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Tears in their eyes |
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There is a rose that i want to live for |
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Although, god knows, i may not have met her |
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There is a dance an' i should be with her |
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There is a town - unlike any other |
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It's up to you not to hear the call-up |
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'n' you must not act the way you were brought up |
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Who give you work an' why should you do it? |
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At fifty five minutes past eleven |
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There is a rose... |
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Yeah! |