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Posted by bill on 18 years ago
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The day is coming
Drums are drumming
If you know one say a prayer
Mothers crying
Father's sighing
War is in the air
Trains filling up with boys
Who have left behind their favorite toys
They're going over there
Someone has to die
(Over there, over there)
It's not our job to reason why
(Over there, over there)
Oh, someone has to die