All quiet on the Western Front, nobody saw
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A youth asleep in the foreign soil, planted by the war
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Feel the pulse of human blood pouring forth
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See the stems of Europe bend under force
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All quiet
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All quiet
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All quiet on the Western Front
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So tired of this garden's grief, nobody cares
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Old kin kiss the small white cross, their only souvenir
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See the Prussian offense fly, weren't we grand
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To place the feel of cold sharp steel in their hands
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It's gone all quiet on the Western Front, male angels sigh
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Ghosts float in a flooded trench as Germany dies
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Fever reaps the flowers of France, fair-haired boys
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String the harps to Victory's voice, joyous noise
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All Quiet On The Western Front
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Elton John |