Tono: D
Introducción:
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I was falling dead in battle
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Must have been Tuesday, I don't know the date
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I gave everything everyone asked for
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But I'll say where I'll be laid
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The many dead of my comrades
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All look the same in this place
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Won't you bury me far from my uniform
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So God might remember my face
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Just bury me far from my uniform
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From the iron cross medal I would've worn
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From the statues that sisters and widows mourn
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From the newspaper clippings in micro-form
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From Geneva, the Hague, and Nuremberg
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From the sex of this world that I'll no longer taste
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Won't you bury me far from my uniform
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So God might remember my face