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In a wilderness of foggy thoughts
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Battling with your minds retorts
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And walking on empty plains
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Where desert's so calm even drowning rains
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Soldier on to this marching song
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Head held high with eyes fixed strong
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Drum beat died cymbal crash down
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The mud it is thick with desires to drown
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Your feet's in earth your boots are sinking
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Sink with the memories of long lost thinking
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And armies of many are fighting their fights
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Lost in the blackness they're losing their sights
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Your veins are my trenches my gun is my own
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The whispers fall heavy with
delicate moans
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Arms and legs teeth and nail
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Our fragile companions are destined to fail
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For this battalion has been run through
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Therefore captains and comrades I bid you all adieu