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Sign up, sign up The bloodshot sky hung high above, as soldiers cried for the lost they loved, The clanging bells of death and doom, Echoed around their makeshift tomb. A Jerry, a Tommy both the same, promised glory in an old mans game. A famous life that's what they thought, instead, their bodies left to rot. and those who are still alive, grotesque images of their friends demise. A crescendo of drums and we join a queue, Sign up,sign up your country needs you. |
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