I saw strange friends dying in vain
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Dressed in blood red robes
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Only id-tags will remain
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Nobody asks why they fought
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Now I'm standing here not alone
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In the middle of the battlefeild
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The smell of blood still in my nose
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But my eyes can't see enemies
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It's hard to understand
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Why do we kill each other, friend
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When I look into your eyes I see myself and cry
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[Chorus:]
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Why do our children cry for us
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When we children kill
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And women rape, without any hate
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Cause they tell us: "Dig your grave"
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He softly whispers
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They tells us this war is right
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We must kill each other on this night
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Slaughter friends like animals
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There is no way back from hell
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It still angers me when they tell us
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We're the only who have that right
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Is it luck, a chance or fate
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That we stand here still alive
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It's hard to understand
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Why should I shoot you, friend
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When I look into your eyes I see myself and cry
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Strange Friend
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| Roland Grapow |
