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I'm hiding in the trench to save my life
I'm smoking cigarette just to survive
I'm looking forward to see the enemy
But who is looking down to me?

Fields are not yellow, sky's not blue
Smoke casts shadows to the landscape of a moon
A metal burns, and people die
And everybody knows who here will be right

It's not the drone, not rocket or a shell
He's the man who is the opposite of hell
So, if you see me, give me some advice
How long should I sit in disguise

Fields are not yellow, sky's not blue
Smoke casts shadows to the landscape of a moon
A metal burns, and people die
And everybody knows who here will be right

I fight for freedom, it comes with a cost
So many lives here will be lost
So many minds will be distorted by the war
I know that it has went so far

Fields are not yellow, sky's not blue
Smoke casts shadows to the landscape of a moon
A metal burns, and people die
And everybody knows who here will be right



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