After all wars
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We lie, as shelter falls
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The world is but Hell
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A place darkened out by time
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Submit to the fall
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<Interlude>
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Live in peace for years
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Turn back the hands of time
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<Interlude>
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Light shines before
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As lives are torn
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Morals slow decline
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We'll live in cold fear
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Until we lay dead
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Silent our please
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Search for the end
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cked down
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and they put you first in line
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And so you finally ask yourself
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just how big you are
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and take your place in a wiser
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world of bigger motor cars
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<Intelrude>
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So Where the hell was Biggles
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when you needed him
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last Saturday
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And where were all the sportsmen
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who always pulled you though
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They're all resting down
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in Cornwall
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writing up their memoirs
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for a paper-back edition
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of the Boy Scout Manual
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See there! A man born
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Silent
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| Paradise Lost |
