(Hetfield / Ulrich / Hammett)
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Bodies fill the fields I see, hungry heroes end
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No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend
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running blind through killing fields, bred to kill them all
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Victim of what said should be
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a servant `til I fall
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Soldier boy, made of clay
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now an empty shell
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twenty one, only son
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but he served us well
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Bred to kill, not to care
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just do as we say
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finished here, Greeting Death
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he's yours to take away
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Back to the front
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you will do what I say, when I say
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Back to the front
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you will die when I say, you must die
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Back to the front
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you coward
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you servant
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you blindman
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Barking of machinegun fire, does nothing to me now
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sounding of the clock that ticks, get used to it somehow
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More a man, more stripes you bare, glory seeker trends
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bodies fill the fields I see
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the slaughter never ends
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Soldier boy, made of clay
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now an empty shell
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twenty one, only son
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but he served us well
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Bred to kill, not to care
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just do as we say
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finished here, Greeting Death
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he's yours to take away
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Back to the front
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you will do what I say, when I say
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Back to the front
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you will die when I say, you must die
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Back to the front
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you coward
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you servant
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you blindman
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Why, Am I dying?
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Kill, have no fear
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Lie, live off lying
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Hell, Hell is here
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I was born for dying
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Life planned out before my birth, nothing could I say
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had no chance to see myself, molded day by day
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Looking back I realize, nothing have I done
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left to die with only friend
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Alone I clench my gun
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Soldier boy, made of clay
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now an empty shell
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twenty one, only son
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but he served us well
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Bred to kill, not to care
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just do as we say
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finished here, Greeting Death
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he's yours to take away
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Back to the front
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you will do what I say, when I say
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Back to the front
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you will die when I say, you must die
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Back to the front
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you coward
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you servant
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you blindman
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Back to the front.
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Disposable Heroes
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| Metallica |
