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• Artiste: Decemberists (The)
• Titre: The Soldiering Life
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Ambling madly all over the town The call to arms, you're likened to a whisper I liken to a radio You were a brick bag a bowery tuff, so rough They called you from a cartoon... Pulled out of your pantaloons But You My brother in arms I'd rather I'd lose my limbs Than let you come to harm But You My bombazine doll The bullets may singe your skin And the mortars may fall But I I never felt so much life Than tonight Huddled in the trenches Gazing on the battle field Our rifles blaze away We blaze away Corporal Bradley of regiment five And proud array standing by the bathing Soldiers and the stevedores We laid on the mattress and tumbled to sleep Our eyes align, swaddled in our civies Cradled in our dungarees But You My brother in arms I'd rather I'd lose my limbs Than let you come to harm But You My bombazine doll The bullets may singe your skin And the mortars may fall But I I never felt so much life Than tonight Huddled in the trenches Gazing on the battle field Our rifles blaze away We blaze away We blaze away We blaze away