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The Battlefields of France, Pt. 1
Black Dime Cabaret
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Never have to be a brittle old man
Never have to be cold and frail and sick
Never have to grow old all alone in the tempest
Never have to scream that your nightmares are coming true
Never have to be a brittle old man
Never have to be cold and frail and sick
Never have to grow old all alone in the tempest
Never have to scream that your nightmares are coming true
All alone on the battlefields of France
Gonna die all alone on the battlefields of France
She is gonna die alone on the battlefields of France
She was left all alone on the battlefields of France
Everything is wrong
Everything is grave
Everything is odd
Everything is cold
Everything is grey
Everything is rot
Everything is twisted
There was a man with a gun
And a tank and the sound of bullets
The smell of smoke, the taste of copper
Everything is dark
Everything is pain
Everything is grim
You were face to face with a man with a gun
There was a tank and the sound of bullets
The smell of smoke, the taste of copper
There were bodies on the grass
They were mangled, they were dead
Everything is gone
Everything is gone
Everything is gone
Everything is gone!
You were face to face with a man with a gun
You were face to face with a man with a gun
And the man with the gun was the Clown!
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