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Army


Left, Right, Left , Right,

 

They march down the dirt road.

 

Left, Right, Left , Right,

 

They head to potect the old.

 

Left, Right, Left , Right,

 

The lost, borken and cold.

 

Left, Right, Left , Right,

 

Those whoes rights are Sold.

 

Left, Right, Left , Right,

 

To protect all young and old.

 

Left, Right, Left , Right,

 

They work hard for no gold.

 

Left, Right, Left , Right,

 

Nothing in return for their Halo.

 

Left, Right, Left , Right,

 

In heaven on our side the Army God made to protect us,

God made us Gold.

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