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[01:55.590]I've told you once I've told you a thousand times
[02:01.140]No regrets and no remorse
[02:05.190]No 4 a m
[02:06.690]Whiskey soaked wisdom or bloody knuckled politics
[02:15.210]Do I regret and not a single moment will I ever repent
[02:31.890]You may say I have lost to a better man
[02:56.520]This may be true I cannot protest or lie
[03:06.960]Yet maybe one who did not dare to be wrong
[03:14.550]Or even to be right
[03:35.580]To those who did not dare to sing out of tune
[03:41.460]Or sing a different song
[03:45.030]To March to the beat of a different drum and speak
[03:51.000]The truths others fear just give me one thing to live or die for
[04:22.140]So here's to comrades near and far
[04:26.550]So raise a glass raise your voices
[04:31.470]Years have passed some would say
[04:37.170]They have not been kind
[04:41.010]Yet these are the scars of war
[04:50.340]And we remain yet we stand
[04:56.580]Bloodied yet unbowed
[05:02.460]What is the standard with which I bear
[05:37.440]What flag do we fly when marching to war
[05:42.030]Only a nation that dare not speak its name
[05:46.620]Nor can ever shed its pain
[06:24.390]So here's to comrades near and far
[06:29.070]Raise a glass raise hell
[06:33.480]Years have passed closer to the grave
[06:37.920]But this is the song we chose to sing
[06:54.750]To the bitter end to the end

文本歌词

I've told you once I've told you a thousand times
No regrets and no remorse
No 4 a m
Whiskey soaked wisdom or bloody knuckled politics
Do I regret and not a single moment will I ever repent
You may say I have lost to a better man
This may be true I cannot protest or lie
Yet maybe one who did not dare to be wrong
Or even to be right
To those who did not dare to sing out of tune
Or sing a different song
To March to the beat of a different drum and speak
The truths others fear just give me one thing to live or die for
So here's to comrades near and far
So raise a glass raise your voices
Years have passed some would say
They have not been kind
Yet these are the scars of war
And we remain yet we stand
Bloodied yet unbowed
What is the standard with which I bear
What flag do we fly when marching to war
Only a nation that dare not speak its name
Nor can ever shed its pain
So here's to comrades near and far
Raise a glass raise hell
Years have passed closer to the grave
But this is the song we chose to sing
To the bitter end to the end
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