| Well now
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| Welcome to Delta, boys!
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| The first rule of the Cog is
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| Boy get your head down!
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| Boy get your head down!
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| Boy get your head down!
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| Born to a world of struggle
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| Raised with my brothers three
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| As I boy I learned through a burnin' world
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| That nothin ever comes for free
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| As soon as I could hold a gun now
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| I was out on the killin' fields
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| Fightin' in a war to save my home
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| From a foe that will never yield
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| But we won’t stop because we’re brothers in blood now
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| We’ll meet again now at the end of the line
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| Try not to think about what fate throws before me
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| Reporting for duty, sir!
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| 'What's your name, son?'
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| Private Clay Carmine
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| (You're a Gear now, son!)
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| Private Clay Carmine
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| (You're a Gear now, son!) (Whoo!)
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| Boy get your head down!
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| Boy get your head down!
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| Boy get your head down!
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| (You're a gear now, son!)
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| On a cold and cruel morning
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| Under a burning sky
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| My brother Ant took a bullet to the head
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| Never even got to say goodbye
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| The very next year as the battle raged
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| Got a letter from my brother Ben
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| It was signed by a 'Sgt Fenix'
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| I knew I’d never see him again
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| But we won’t stop because we’re brothers in blood now
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| We’ll meet again now at the end of the line
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| Try not to think about what fate throws before me
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| Reporting for duty, sir!
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| 'What's your name, son?'
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| Private Clay Carmine
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| (You're a Gear now, son!)
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| Private Clay Carmine
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| (You're a Gear now, son!)
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| Now the cities are laid to ruin
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| And we fight on through the years
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| No end in sight no light of hope
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| Man, don’t it just grind your gears
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| But we won’t stop because we’re brothers in blood now
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| We’ll meet again now at the end of the line
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| Try not to think about what fate throws before me
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| Reporting for duty, sir!
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| 'What's your name, son?'
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| Private Clay Carmine
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| Private Clay Carmine
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| (You're a Gear now, son!)
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| Private Clay Carmine
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| (Don't it just grind your gears now)
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| Private Clay Carmine
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| (Don't it just grind your gears now)
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| (You're a Gear now, son!)
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| (Whoo!)
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| Back in your hole!
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| Boy get your head down! |
| (Oooh, get your head down!)
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| Boy get your head down! |
| (Oh, now get your head down!)
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| Boy get your head down!
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| (You're a Gear now son!)
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| Boy get your head down! |
| (Oooh, get your head down!)
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| Boy get your head down! |
| (Now get your head down!)
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| Boy get your head down!
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| (You're a Gear now son!) |