| | Letras de Canciones 10000 Maniacs Anthem For Doomed Youth |
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h23d201921!192714fdd8i [ music: John Lombardo/lyric: John Lombardo adapts Wilfred Owen ]
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h23d201921!192714fdd8i for whom the bells toll
h23d201921!192714fdd8i when sentenced to die
h23d201921!192714fdd8i the stuttering rifles
h23d201921!192714fdd8i will stifle the cry
h23d201921!192714fdd8i the monstrous anger
h23d201921!192714fdd8i the fear's rapid rattle
h23d201921!192714fdd8i a desert inferno
h23d201921!192714fdd8i kids dying like cattle
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h23d201921!192714fdd8i don't tell me
h23d201921!192714fdd8i we're not prepared
h23d201921!192714fdd8i i've seen today's marine
h23d201921!192714fdd8i he's eighteen and he's eager
h23d201921!192714fdd8i he can be quite mean
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h23d201921!192714fdd8i no mock'ries for them
h23d201921!192714fdd8i no prayers or bells
h23d201921!192714fdd8i the demented choirs
h23d201921!192714fdd8i the wailing of shells
h23d201921!192714fdd8i the boys holding candles
h23d201921!192714fdd8i on untraveled roads
h23d201921!192714fdd8i the fear spreads like fire
h23d201921!192714fdd8i as shrapnel explodes
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h23d201921!192714fdd8i i think it's wrong
h23d201921!192714fdd8i to conscript our youth
h23d201921!192714fdd8i against their will
h23d201921!192714fdd8i when plenty of our citizenry
h23d201921!192714fdd8i really like to kill
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h23d201921!192714fdd8i what sign posts will lead
h23d201921!192714fdd8i to armageddon's fires
h23d201921!192714fdd8i what bugles will call them
h23d201921!192714fdd8i from crowded grey shires
h23d201921!192714fdd8i the women sit quiet
h23d201921!192714fdd8i with death on their minds
h23d201921!192714fdd8i a slow dusk descending
h23d201921!192714fdd8i the drawing of blinds
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h23d201921!192714fdd8i make the hunters all line up
h23d201921!192714fdd8i it's their idea of fun
h23d201921!192714fdd8i and let those be forgiven
h23d201921!192714fdd8i who never owned a gun
h23d201921!192714fdd8i was it him or me
h23d201921!192714fdd8i or the wailing of the dead
h23d201921!192714fdd8i the laughing soldiers
h23d201921!192714fdd8i cast their lots
h23d201921!192714fdd8i and you can cut the dread
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