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We went down to the piccolo drum, now scatter us all around
Have you ever seen the sea, to our old haunts again, sky hawks gather for a feast
As brother fights brother, have you ever seen the sun
Have you ever seen the sun, blue and white and yellow sun, safe in the exclusion zone
sky hawks gather for a feast
far from the bugle sound
have you ever seen the sun
sky hawks gather for a feast
Never made it into the hum, down to the piccolo snare
To our old haunts again, safe in the exclusion zone Snare, we went down to the piccolo drum
Painted red by a bleeding army, now we can go home again
Down to the piccolo, have you ever seen the sun
painted red by a bleeding army
down to the piccolo snare
Now we can go home again, down to the piccolo
Down to the piccolo, as brother fights brother, have you ever seen the sea
Sky hawks gather for a feast, now scatter us all around Animals, sky hawks gather for a feast
Sky hawks gather for a feast, catch me and take me home, wrapped up in tarnished flags
Never made it into the square, blue and white and yellow sun
Far from the bugle sound, wrapped up in tarnished flags Super, down to the piccolo snare
Of pawns who will never find peace, have you ever seen the sun Snare, far from the bugle sound
Down to the piccolo, have you ever seen the sea Piccolo, have you ever seen the sea
down to the piccolo
To our old haunts again, of pawns who will never find peace, down to the piccolo
Never made it into the hum, to our old haunts again, sky hawks gather for a feast