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Soldiers
Abba - Soldiers
Do I hear what I think I'm hearing
do i see the signs I think I see
or is this just fantasy
is it true that the beast is waking
stirring in his restless sleep tonight in the pale moonlight
in the grip of this cold December you and I have reason to remember
Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing
the songs that you and I don't sing
they blow their horns and march along
they drum their drums and look so strong
you'd think that nothing in the world was wrong
Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing
the songs that you and I won't sing
let's not look the other way
taking a chance
cause if the bugler starts to play
we too must dance
What's that sound, what's that dreadful rumble
won't somebody tell me what I hear
in the distance but drawing near
is it only a storm approaching
all that thunder and the blinding light in the winter night
In the grip of this cold December
you and I have reason to remember
Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing
the songs that you and I don't sing
they blow their horns and march along
they drum their drums and look so strong
you'd think that nothing in the world was wrong
Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing
the songs that you and I won't sing
let's not look the other way
taking a chance
cause if the bugler starts to play
we too must dance
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we too must dance
cause if the bugler starts to play
taking a chance
let's not look the other way
the songs that you and I won't sing
Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing
you'd think that nothing in the world was wrong
they drum their drums and look so strong
they blow their horns and march along
the songs that you and I don't sing
Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing
you and I have reason to remember
In the grip of this cold December
all that thunder and the blinding light in the winter night
is it only a storm approaching
in the distance but drawing near
won't somebody tell me what I hear
What's that sound, what's that dreadful rumble
we too must dance
cause if the bugler starts to play
taking a chance
let's not look the other way
the songs that you and I won't sing
Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing
you'd think that nothing in the world was wrong
they drum their drums and look so strong
they blow their horns and march along
the songs that you and I don't sing
Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing
in the grip of this cold December you and I have reason to remember
stirring in his restless sleep tonight in the pale moonlight
is it true that the beast is waking
or is this just fantasy
do i see the signs I think I see
Do I hear what I think I'm hearing
Abba - Soldiers
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