So many came before you,
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The prisoners of fate.
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A history of bloodshed,
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A legacy of hate.
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But where will you be standing
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When the battles have been won?
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Inside your lonely fortress
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The battle's just begun.
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After the war
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Who will you be fighting for?
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After the war is over.
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After the fire
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Is burning to its dying embers.
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After the war.
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A letter from the draft board,
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Put pain to all your dreams.
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You're just another number
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In military schemes.
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They marched you in a uniform
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You wore against your will.
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With lies of hope and glory,
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They taught you how to kill.
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After the war
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Who will you be fighting for?
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After the war is over.
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After the fire
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Is burning to its dying embers.
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After the war.
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After the war,
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You thought you'd be a hero.
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After all that you survived.
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If hell was meant for heroes,
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You'd surely have arrived.
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After the war.
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After the war.
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After the war
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who will you be fighting for?
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After the war
|
who will you be fighting for?
|
After the fire
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is burning to its dying embers.
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After the war.
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After The War
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| Gary Moore |
