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No Survivors in it's game of hate We all get changed in a certain way Our ideals transformed by mortar There isn't a person who doesn't pay Chorus No survivors, burst the bubble No survivors, too much trouble No survivors, you're just a pawn No survivors, don't conform Boys mature to men in weeks While rivals stay on the boil The time is right the 'real' cowards We all suffer at this toil So patriots who wear your flag Can enlist and die together I'll stay at home protect my world Do two years and wear a white feather The fields in france are full of heros No only poppys remain Their colour red their numbers many And still not achieved their aim From Letras Mania