You grow up in the wartime
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but the wars are all over
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peacetimes aren't easy
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for a warror like you
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there's really nothign left what you can do
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now that the war is over
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and no one needs a hero
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you fought your wars
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it was no game
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with all your force
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always the same
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here all the work is done
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and now your are still young
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there never was much fun
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so you have paid the bill
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you will be soon forgotten
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cause no one likes the war
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and you are just a symbol
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for this bloddy game
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if they ever could
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they will look you up
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so be careful try to hide
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don't give them a reason
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Wartime [FX Groove Mix]
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| Funker Vogt |
