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Ready for Next Time

Forward march soldiers
follow me,
I know places they will never be
safe but sorry we will see,
Let us dive into our own misery
mother let us fall to misery,
Let us do us wrong.

Speaking words into our ears
sing us songs to rid our fears,
softly reap us of our days
closing doors that made us brave,
Let us lose we are ready to go,
Lord let us fly next to our own souls,
Please let us do us wrong
So we are ready for next time.



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