The day is comming
Drums are drumming
If you know one say a prayer.
There's Mothers crying
And Fathers sighing, a hum
War is in the air...
The trains filling up with boys
Who have left behind their favorite toys.
They're going over there
Over there
Where someone has to die...
Overe there
Over there
It's not our job to reason why
Overe there
Overe there
Where someone has to die...
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