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Magic land so far away - was
It worth the voyage in these days?
The lives of soldiers thrown away
In medieval claims to yesterday...
Off the starboard bow&in the
Heat of the night&we visualize
Apocalypse in the fire fight,
The parliament says "it's necessary"
But Birmingham calls you home&
The neighborhood, the family, the
Mind begins to roam.
Ocean currents flowing&taking
Vessels to a war&whether right
Or wrong it's a moot point&as we
Hit the shore&a former king's
Residence&in the district of the
North&the crown of England is risking
All for sovereignty at Stanley Port.
The Mission. The Mission. Don't Forget
The Mission.
But there's no way out&I don't want
To stand here and fight anymore&
Please - couldn't we find a better way,
I just saw somebody die.
Waving the flag as he fell to the ground -
While the locals rejoiced in liberation.
So take those ice cold islands back -
Almighty Union Jack&a thousand
Victories will be behind you&in royal
Fashion the colonies, the land swept up
In the naval destruction out at sea.