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- STING - Children’s Crusade Lyrics
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- Young men, soldiers, Nineteen Fourteen
- Marching through countries they'd never seen
- Virgins with rifles, a game of charades
- All for a Children's Crusade
- Pawns in the game are not victims of chance
- Strewn on the fields of Belgium and France
- Poppies for young men, death's bitter trade
- All of those young lives betrayed
- The children of England would never be slaves
- They're trapped on the wire and dying in waves
- The flower of England face down in the mud
- And stained in the blood of a whole generation
- Corpulent generals safe behind lines
- History's lessons drowned in red wine
- Poppies for young men, death's bitter trade
- All of those young lives betrayed
- All for a Children's Crusade
- The children of England would never be slaves
- They're trapped on the wire and dying in waves
- The flower of England face down in the mud
- And stained in the blood of a whole generation
- Midnight in Soho, Nineteen Eighty-four
- Fixing in doorways, opium slaves
- Poppies for young men, such bitter trade
- All of those young lives betrayed
- All for a Children's Crusade
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