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The war monument is still standing between two footballfields
With the names of the men killed on the battlefields. @
They were center forwardskeepers and backsthey thought they would win.
It's a family tradition to play in a football team
I have nephewsdumb but tallwhostill fetuskicked the ball.I've got flat feet and my knees are weak
They all thought it was time to start my J.O.S. daysmy J.O.S. days.
The last war in this countrythe fighting lasted four days
Between the names on this list I see one name again.
He had my age and my first name
He thought he would win like in his J.O.S. daysin his J.O.S. days.
They had too many boys who wanted to be in a team
So in one dayin one match you had to prove your ability.I was knocked outa real disgrace
A break with the family tradition in my J.O.S. daysin my J.O.S. days.I can live without a finger
I can live without a toe
But the head is necessary.
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