The weight upon my chest
Only a few more minuets
And we shall be at rest
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The cars fly by
Up the steeping hill
The more they move and move
But never are they still
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The alarm rings
The sirens sound
The trucks pull out
And move through town
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Lying in a trench
The battle cry is heard
Must be very quiet now
Not another word
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