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I'm sending you a letter
because i don't think there's much time
time to lear the cobwebs
time to bear the crime
It's only a number
it's only a death
another soldier died in action
the telegram regrets
I'm lying on a stretcher
they're lyring to my face
there's no-one left to help me
i'm just a waste of space
It's a matter of moments
i'll be dead before you've read
there's blood on the table
and my back is full of lead