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04-03-2013, 09:04 AM
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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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