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Forward March


Forward march, hut 2, 3, 4, hut 2, 3, 4 look at the small soldiers go.

Hut 2, 3, 4, hut 2, 3, 4, tears on the face drip slow

Hut 2, 3, 4, hut 2, 3, 4, their parents are dead and gone

Hut 2, 3, 4, hut 2, 3, 4, pray you don't do anything wrong

1 family, 2 families, 3 families more 

the small soldiers' guns fire at innocent front doors

Hut 2, 3, 4, hut 2, 3, 4 know that it's not their fault

hut 2, 3, 4, hut 2, 3, 4 it's just what they've been taught

Hut 2, 3, 4 hut 2, 3, 4 down their bodies will fall

fired down with guns upon their once beloved commander's call

Hut 2, 3, 4, hut 2, 3, 4 a new group of kids march in

Hut 2, 3, 4 hut 2, 3, 4 the children are drowning in sin.

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