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Back to the front....
Bodies fill the fields I see
a hungry heros end
no one to play soldier now
no one to pretend....
soldier boy, made of clay
now an empty shell
Twenty one, only son,
but he served us well
bread to kill not to care,
Just do as we say
Finished here, greeting death
He's yours to take away
Back to the front....
You will do, what I say
when I say, Back to the front
You coward
you servent
you blind man.
Back to the front
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