| Magic land so far away — was
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| It worth the voyage in these days?
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| The lives of soldiers thrown away
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| In medieval claims to yesterday…
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| Off the starboard bow/in the
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| Heat of the night/we visualize
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| Apocalypse in the fire fight
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| The parliament says «it's necessary»
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| But Birmingham calls you home/
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| The neighborhood, the family, the
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| Mind begins to roam
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| Ocean currents flowing/taking
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| Vessels to a war/whether right
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| Or wrong it’s a moot point/as we
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| Hit the shore/a former king’s
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| Residence/in the district of the
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| North/the crown of England is risking
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| All for sovereignty at Stanley Port
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| The Mission. |
| The Mission. |
| Don’t Forget
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| The Mission
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| But there’s no way out/I don’t want
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| To stand here and fight anymore/
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| Please — couldn’t we find a better way
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| I just saw somebody die
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| Waving the flag as he fell to the ground —
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| While the locals rejoiced in liberation
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| So take those ice cold islands back —
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| Almighty Union Jack/a thousand
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| Victories will be behind you/in royal
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| Fashion the colonies, the land swept up
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| In the naval destruction out at sea
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| No wire to the U.K. — no moral
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| Ground can prepare us to die at
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| Falkland Sound.*
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| So take those ice cold islands back
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| Almighty Union Jack/a thousand
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| Victories will be behind you/when will
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| We learn to cease the fire/my friends
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| In modern times — we need a better way
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| Because this place belongs to all of us
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| Responsibility lies within each of us
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| The revenge we seek will not conquer us…
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| Listen
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| This place belongs to all of us
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| Responsibility lies within each of us
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| One earth, one mind can save us
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| My friends the end is near us |