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Lyrics |
All the people know the line of soldiers go marching off to war. Our friends and neighbors go our sons and daughters go marching off to war. Our hearts go with them our prayers as well into this endeavor the soldiers will call hell. All the lives lost who pays the costs? Are these the spoils of war? When a child is killed when a mother weeps who really cares? Were our thoughts with them or were our prayers? Enter this endeavor soldiers will call hell.
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