Your head on my shoulder
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Two months you?e been a soldier
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I feel so sick inside
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Two months you? have been alive
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So no one here knows your surname
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No one knows from where you came
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The Red Cross takes you to your grave
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For which your government kindly pays
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WHITE CROSS upon the hillside
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There lies that unknown soldier
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No one can remember your name
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So here I stand by your graveside
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The steel helmet lies upon your cross
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They said you died for king and country
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That? no comfort to the life you?e lost
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FIRST LIGHT
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The sniper saw you.
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SECOND LIGHT
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Took careful aim
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THIRD LIGHT
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He pulled the trigger on the gun
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Dead dead dead.
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WHITE CROSS upon the hillside There lies that unknown soldier
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No one can remember your name
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(So here beings the human harvest
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Another war to end all wars
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To give a life for rhyme nor reason
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There are no words to justify the cause
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So if our future lies in the scarlet fields
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Who would be a patriot at the price of humanity?
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WHO WOULD BE A PATRIOT AT THE PRICE OF HUMANITY?)
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No, not me
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NO NOT ME
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WHITE CROSS upon the hillside
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There lies that unknown soldier
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No one can remember the
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WHITE CROSS upon the hillside
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There lies that unknown soldier
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No one, no one, no one
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Third Light
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| The Alarm |
