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It's up to you not to heed the call-up
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'N' you must not act the way you were brought up
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Who knows the reasons why you have grown up?
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Who knows the plans or why they were drawn up?
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It's up to you not to heed the call-up
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I don't wanna die!
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It's up to you not to hear the call-up
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I don't wanna kill!
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For he who will die
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Is he who will kill
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Maybe I wanna see the wheatfields
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Over Kiev and down to the sea
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All the young people down the ages
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They gladly marched off to die
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Proud city fathers used to watch them
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Tears in their eyes
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There is a rose that I want to live for
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Although, God knows, I may not have met her
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There is a dance an' I should be with her
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There is a town - unlike any other
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It's up to you not to hear the call-up
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'N' you must not act the way you were brought up
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Who give you work an' why should you do it?
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At fifty five minutes past eleven
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There is a rose...
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Yeah!
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Call Up, The
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| The Clash |
