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Chain Of Command - XTC |
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How bright are the fires of thought In a chain of command How bright is the medical torch When its put in our hand My microbes and I Cant wait to lay down and die We realise that we must be spent Like the cells that dissolve when a brainwave is sent How bright are the fires of thought In a chain of command My bloodgroup and me A body of soldiers are we To the wound we quickly flowed And we fought with the weapons in our Chemical code How bright are the fires of thought In a chain of command |
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