Artist: ABBA
Song: Soldiers

Do I hear what I think I’m hearing 
do I see the signs I think I see 
or is this just fantasy 
is it true that the beast is waking 
stirring in his restless sleep tonight 
in the pale moonlight 
in the grip of this cold December 
you and I have reason to remember 

Soldiers write the songs 
that soldiers sing 
the songs that you and I don’t sing 
they blow their horns 
and march along 
they drum their drums 
and look so strong 
you’d think that nothing 
in the world was wrong 
soldiers write the songs 
that soldiers sing 
the songs that you and I won’t sing 
let’s not look the other way 
taking a chance 
’cause if the bugler starts to play 
we too must dance 

What’s that sound 
what’s that dreadful rumble 
won’t somebody tell me what I hear 
in the distance but drawing near 
is it only a storm approaching 
all that thunder and the blinding light 
in the winter night 
in the grip of this cold December 
you and I have reason to remember 

Soldiers write the songs 
that soldiers sing 
the songs that you and I don’t sing 
they blow their horns 
and march along 
they drum their drums 
and look so strong 
you’d think that nothing 
in the world was wrong 
soldiers write the songs 
that soldiers sing 
the songs that you and I won’t sing 
let’s not look the other way 
taking a chance 
’cause if the bugler starts to play 
we too must dance

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