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- You say that you'd rather be really poor - Than scratching, saving, scrimping all thepennies- Looking in the windows at what you can't afford - Always hungry, never starving
Ch: - In no man's land the days are long- You say that you'd rather be really ill - Than just having headaches, never have noenergy- All the little allergies and all the little pains - Never getting better, never getting worse
Ch: - In no man's land the days are long- You say that you'd rather have no love at all - Than pathetic little words, half-heartedkisses- Never feeling anything, anything at all - Never no fire, never no passion
Ch: - In no man's land the days are long- Do you believe you can come out - Fighting from your shellhole - Or do you run for coverevery time - You hear a shot is fired in anger
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