Medusa

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[Verse]
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Can you hear the shuffle of boots?
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Old men in polyester suits
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Ties like regimental colours flying
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Who they are I do not know
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I just watch them row upon row
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Every single one of them is crying
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And they're marching along the old dirt track
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Looking up ahead, never looking back
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Scared they'll catch the eye of some Medusa

[Chorus]
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Here they are now one, two, three
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Four and five and more and many
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And six and seven, eight and nine
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Here they come in a long, long line
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Count a dozen, count a score
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There might be a hundred more

[Instrumental]
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[Verse]
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Can you hear the clatter of boots?
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Kits and packs and khaki suits
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And ragged regimental colours flying
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Swallowed whole by the cold steel rain
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Just a little fresh blood in the serpent's veins
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And it's a sharp shrill whistle call to attack
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And they're running up ahead, and they're never coming back
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Caught right in the eye of some Medusa

[Chorus]
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Here they are now one, two, three
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Four and five and more and many
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And six and seven, eight and nine
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Here they come in a long, long line
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Count a dozen, count a score
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There might be a hundred more

[Instrumental]
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[Verse]
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Can you hear the concrete clicking
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And the telephones bawling and the clocks all ticking
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And the red ink spilling on the embers
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No one cares, no one remembers
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Names like footsteps chiselled in stone
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Row upon row, row upon row, row upon row, row upon row

[Chorus]
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Here they are now one, two, three
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Four and five and more and many
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And six and seven, eight and nine
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Here they come in a long, long line
               D
Count a dozen, count a score
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There might be a hundred more

[Chorus]
C
Here they are now one, two, three
Em
Four and five and more and many
   C               D
And six and seven, eight and nine
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Here they come in a long, long line
               D
Count a dozen, count a score
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There might be a hundred more
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A hundred more
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A hundred more