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Oxymoronic
The tough woollen gauntlet
With sharp spikes so soft
Raised up loosely high
Round a fist clenched aloft
Fighting wars to end peace
Leave a mark for all time
To new generations
How we all fell in line
Blind eyes see everything
Shows all the right paths
Mute mouths shout out quiet
Then they start to laugh
At the truth lied about life
And the war that was fought
And the lives of the millions
That the Deil has bought
With sharp spikes so soft
Raised up loosely high
Round a fist clenched aloft
Fighting wars to end peace
Leave a mark for all time
To new generations
How we all fell in line
Blind eyes see everything
Shows all the right paths
Mute mouths shout out quiet
Then they start to laugh
At the truth lied about life
And the war that was fought
And the lives of the millions
That the Deil has bought
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