.Boys, march into the war>To certain defeat, they were younger than me
Guns, poke through the trees
Death on a whim, they were aiming at him
And when the bullets came he didn't duck
He wrapped her pantyhose around his neck
And he could feel the magic working
Keeping him from .
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