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All Your FriendsOn and onYou're told which side you're on Ahh You're forced you're thrown To become the scythe to cut the corn Ahh And all your friends they ride into the sunset Fly into the sunset and away they go All your friends they ride into the sunset Fly into the sunset and away they're thrown Into the fire Ten below The call comes on the radio Ahh Over you go And the red now all the rivers flow, the poppies grow Ahh All your friends they ride into the sunset Fly into the sunset and away they blow And all your friends they ride into the sunset Ride into the sunset and they're taken home Open fire Open fire Open fire Open fire Open fire Just to ride and fire |