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Hey Mr. Custer, |
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Why do you dare the hand of fate? |
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The claw of death waits to grab |
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A golden medal, your honor idolized |
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Your heart is stone, your blood is iced |
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Ceaseless rifle fire |
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Blowing your dreams away |
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The barrels are running hot |
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What a painful bloody day |
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Last fight at little big horn |
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The hand of death was waiting |
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To take the soldier blue away |
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Last fight at little big horn |
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Where the last command was given |
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And all the soldiers fought in vain |
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The soldiers are riding, unprepared for the attack |
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A touch of death, the shotguns crack |
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The blood is flowing, the desert sand turns red |
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Why did you lead them to this trap? |
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Ceaseless rifle fire |
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Blowing your dreams away |
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The barrels are running hot |
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What a painful bloody day |
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Last fight at little big horn |
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The hand of death was waiting |
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To take the soldier blue away |
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Last fight at little big horn |
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Where the last command was given |
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And all the soldiers fought in vain |
