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Elliott Brood
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Oh violence, stained our hands Sold us on hero talk with their boyish charms With the call For us to win
oh oh oh, the call to win.
The time that we spent As we dug with our hands And our notes we left unharvested When we scratched to get in
oh the words we left oh, their words we left
With the Spring came the thaw And our friends that we lost Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Still we left them their unharvested In the cold November wind Cold November wind
Where the bombs had us hypnotized As they pinned us down in the rain We'd breath it in And again we'd breath it in And again we'd breath it in Oh, we never left
Then the cold weather wained But the lines they still remained Sold us on hero talk with their boyish charms With the call for us to win
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