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Call To Arms |
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Saxon |
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A telegram came today |
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It's taking me far away |
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Away from the ones I love |
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I put my faith in God above |
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We march toward the sound of distant guns |
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White fire lighting up the sky |
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We came to fight and die in fields of blood |
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We'll follow the call to arms |
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I will write you every day |
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Hope our love won't fade away |
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You give me strength to carry on |
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Until the final day is done |
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This hell, this hell is where we live and die |
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We fall, comrades by our side |
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We pray to make it through another day |
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To follow the call to arms |
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If I die, please don't forget me |
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If I live, I want to live free |
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We pray to God, these days will end |
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And bring us back safe to your arms |
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I've saved all your letters |
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I keep them pressed close to my heart |
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And they won't stop a bullet |
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They just keep me closer to you than apart |
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We live; we gotta live free |
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We die; remember me |
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We pray to make it through another day |
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To follow the call to arms |
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Telegram came today |
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It's taking me far away |
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Away from the ones I love |
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I put my faith in God above |