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Our flag is burning, but we feel alright
We march all day, we march all night
Our bugle is bleating, and our drum is thumping
Turning grains of sand,

of comrades slain,
Lovely lads and dead and rotten
None that go return again.

Far the calling bugles hollo,
High the screaming fife replies,
Gay the files

z si
I lüge ni, i bi würklech hard am bügle
Aber würkt ni so wöu i di eigete Ahsprüch nid cha erfüue
Ig ha mängisch z Gfüeu ds i nid ready bi für au

is  your soul
Go, Resound it's bugle
Blow it till you're whole

We are all connected
Made of stars
A Galaxy within us all
We are a collective
In

farting tongue pressed
tightly to his teeth
he blew back with his
bugle of an asshole"

I called the president
In the White House
I sat in my office

don't wanna die at all
I don't wanna die for England
Didn't hear the bugle call 

I hate this war
Can't take any more
It's a real gas
How long does it

bugles reveille
For the young men who sailed away
For the young men who had to stay
On the beach where the barded-wire lay

See the memory of Billy

wit words to carry out all of my visions to shoot the psych
A gust a wind done blew your shot of you bein the token guy
More a bugle type, no keys

pleasure when theres only a pain
I like a hit of bugle and a toot of champagne
And you see me on fire
And you see me borderline
There is a world! (And its

of battles glorious and deeds victorious
the bugles cease now he is at peace now
far from these green hills of tyrol

because these green hills are not

When my 21st birthday finally comes, oh yeah 
I'm gonna sound the bugles, beat the drums 
I'm gonna stay out all night; I won't even go to bed 
I'm gonna

want your bugle call
No brass band no pipes and drums, no medal badge or star
But give me what you promised me when first I went to war
That's freedom

killing it
Does it make me more a villain?
The Kryptonite turning me into a hypocrite

At the Daily Bugle 
Check my alias
The craziest 
Taking selfies till

I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war
I wanna good steed under me like my forefathers before
I wanna good mount when the bugle sounds

the British come.

And there must have been a hundred of'em beatin' on the drum.

They stepped so high and they made the bugles ring.

We stood by our cotton

on the line
The other day I saw a fox
He was running for his life
His eyes were wide but his mind was shut
To the redcoat's bugle calls
But when he got home his

my Captain lies,
fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells
Rise up  for you he flag is flung  for you the bugle trills

stabil, man it's good to be schwiizer 
Aber de priis isch, 40 jahr lang bügle 
Yuppies wend ad langstrass, aso wegzügle  4
Ich gsehne eui after-work-parties

want wut i got
VIP at Saks fifth cuz I shop there a lot
Grew up wearing bugle boy jeans
Now I’m stepping n trues selling
Looking clean
Thinks it’s a game

Woke up the troops with a bugle serenade
Blew from the gut but the ranks were never made
Walkie talkie static from across the yard
Rifles in a stack

And the blithe bugle-laughters through Dreamland are calling

of known that my movement
Was about to bugle like soda
Should of known the minute
I sign the deal it was over
The Smell of soft-top is out
Wake you up from

Her shining hour is long since passed
Her future it is fading fast
While all around the bugle plays
Shes made of yesterdays

Her mother says she did

more
Jumped in her bag
And went and got a bag
At Dior

Dior everything 
Maison Margiela your wedding ring 
Used to have Bugle Boy everything
Now we stand