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Strength Now Or We Die

Jesus, how many are there now? Over head the boots hitting the ground So many men are hunting us down The storm drain bends to the left further down Echoes of shouts, foreign orders surround The bullet went straight through the flesh I don't know what's left to do, it's a mess! Jesus, machinery, tanks! The shaking of the scenery surround We have to go and we have to go right now! The dog barks will soon get so loud! C'mon soldier get up on your feet Your arm may be gone but you're still not dead meat! You can't fight, you can't shoot but you can still run Stop crying, stop being scared you bum Look at me private, look into my eyes You are going to have fight through the pain to survive Those bastards up there will let those dogs eat us alive Strength now boy is needed, strength or we die I don't know where we are, where we are going or what we will find I just know that we are not dying in this and we're not dying tonight

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