They are soldiers too blind too see
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Fighting for their own damnation
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See the honour and pride in their chests
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Targets feeding guns
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There's too much hate to hear the warning
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On killing fields where nobody wins
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No denying they are the strongest
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Blowing out their mother country
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Independence - What is the value?
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What has made them pay the price?
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It's much too late to hear the warning
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On killing fields where nobody wins
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All men of steel and hearts of ivory
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See the comrades side by side
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Under fire seems like eternity
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A game, sinister
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The souls are sold where is the ecstasy?
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Where are the bold? Times change
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Is there a need for all the wasted youth?
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They call it war!
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The souls are bold, a newfound ecstasy
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The guns are sold, values change
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The sirens howl a short infinity
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The airforce whispers
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The war was cold, now it has turned to flames
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Nobody knows the reason why
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Is there a need for all this wasted life
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There must be more!!
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They never wait to hear the warning
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On killing fields where nobody wins
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There's a fight on the hill
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Even time is standing still
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But they never will know the score
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(War is just a game of tools
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Still it's the same, still it's the same
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War is made by leading fools
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Nothing remains, nothing remains)
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