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On and on
You're told which side you're on
You're forced, you're thrown
To become the sythe to cut the corn
And all Your friends
They ride into the suset
Fly into the sunset
And away they blow
All your friends
They ride into the sunset
Fly into the sunset
And away they're thrown
Into the fire
Ten below
The call comes on the radio
Over you go
And in the red now all the rivers flow
The poppies grow
All your friends
They ride into the sunset
Fly into the sunset
And away they blow
All your friends
They ride into the sunset
Ride into the sunset
And they're taken home
Open fire
Open fire
Open fire
Open fire
And fire
As they ride fire
