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All by myself under the scorching sun |
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looking around, hoping the hate is gone |
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Waiting... as for the magic trick to be revealed: |
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you see, it's high noon at the battlefield - and not a soul around - |
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another high noon at the battlefield |
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Touching the ground, feeling the pain below... |
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How did it end there? Wish you'll never know |
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Guarded by this soil as if it was a shield: |
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you see, it's high noon at the battlefield - I left my fear behind - |
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a peaceful high noon... |
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But not so long ago the wind was strong and freezing cold |
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while blood was running down that hill |
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A war like this - you mark my words - can not be put on hold: |
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we'll keep on welding our steel |
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Do you believe that horrors from our distant past |
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will ever make us change our mind? No way! |
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Forget the fallen ones - we're in to have a blast, |
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so all in all we're doing fine. |
