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Chumbawamba
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Singing Out The Days
Half the front's out there, half-buried (some of them alive) the rest of us, we Freeze and pray for Spring. 'Dearest Mother, fill my lungs 'til victory or food Arrives ...' What else can we do Out here but sing? Sixteen years and Never been kissed, jumped the queue And the waiting list. Civvy suits and New recruits, clean your rifle, polish Your boots, learn to give the correct Salute, singing out the days. Singing, Singing, singing, singing out the days. We march until we drop, then we go Over the top, singing, singing out the Days. Rats and lice along the trench; Coffin nails to mask the stench. For Thirty weeks we hold the line while all 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 The toffs get reassigned .. apart from The war, we're doing fine singing out The days. Singing, singing, singing, Singing out the days. We march until We drop, then we go over the top, Singing, singing out the days. Songs For drowning out the shells, songs to Prove you're alive and well. Songs for Our humanity in the face of inhumanity; And to demonstate your sanity, Singing out the days. Singing, singing, Singing, singing out the days. We March until we drop, then we go over The top, singing, singing out the days.
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