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little metal soldiers
you tear up my body
you dig trenches
hoping to strike gold some day
you need no weapons
you are the weapons , soldiers
led by god's hand
god who's hand
unscrewed those silver caps
and stripped you naked
so you may serve him
so you may relieve the troubles
the world inflicted onto this body
we don't win the war
not this way

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