I've seen and done things I want to forget;
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I've seen soldiers fall like lumps of meat,
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Blown and shot out beyond belief.
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Arms and legs were in the trees.
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I've seen and done things I want to forget;
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coming from an unearthly place,
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Longing to see a woman's face,
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Instead of the words that gather pace,
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The words that maketh murder.
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These, these, these are the words-
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The words that maketh murder.
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These, these, these are the words-
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The words that maketh murder.
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These, these, these are the words-
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Murder...
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These, these, these are the words-
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The words that maketh murder.
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I've seen and done things I want to forget;
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I've seen a corporal whose nerves were shot
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Climbing behind the fierce, gone sun,
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I've seen flies swarming everyone,
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Soldiers fell like lumps of meat.
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These are the words, the words are these.
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death lingering, stunk,
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Flies swarming everyone,
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Over the whole summit peak,
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Flesh quivering in the heat.
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This was something else again.
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I fear it cannot be explained.
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The words that make, the words that make
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Murder.
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What if I take my problem to the United Nations?
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The Words That Maketh Murder
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| P.J. Harvey |
