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Who are these ones who would lead us now |
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To the sound of a thousand guns |
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Who'd storm the gates of hell itself |
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To the tune of a single drum |
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Where are the girls of the neighborhood bars |
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Whose loves were lost at sea |
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In the hills of france and on german soil |
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From saigon to wounded knee |
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Who come from long lines of soldiers |
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Whose duty was fulfilled |
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In the words of a warriors will |
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And protocol |
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Where are the boys in their coats of blue |
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Who flew when their eyes were blind |
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Was god in town for the roman games |
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Was he there when the deals were signed |
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Who are the kings in their coats of mail |
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Who road by the cross to die |
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Did they all go down into worthiness |
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Is it wrong for a king to cry |
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And who are these ones who would have us now |
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Whose presence in concealed |
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Whose nature is revealed |
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In a time bomb |
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Last of all you old seadogs |
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Who travel after whale |
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You'd storm the gates of hell itself |
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For the taste of a mermaid's tail |
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Who come from long lines of skippers |
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Whose duty was fulfilled |
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In the words of a warrior's will |
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And protocol |
