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• Artiste: Political Asylum
• Titre: Winter Of Our Discontent
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The fields have turned grey and the trees have lost their leaves There's no one to be seen, only crosses and wreaths Row upon row of graves lying there They died for their country but it doesn't seem to care I don't wanna die As the harsh wind whips up and the rain turns to snow The priest said they died for God but how were they to know That when they joined up, their heads held high That in the end they were all going to die I don't wanna die I'll no longer fight, for them their wars I'm sick of it now, I don't want it no more If they want to maim, let them get on with it But leave me out of their self-made shit I don't wanna die