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[Verse]
Em
Can you hear the shuffle of boots?
C
Old men in polyester suits
D
Ties like regimental colours flying
Em
Who they are I do not know
C
I just watch them row upon row
D
Every single one of them is crying
Em
And they're marching along the old dirt track
C
Looking up ahead, never looking back
D
Scared they'll catch the eye of some Medusa
[Chorus]
C
Here they are now one, two, three
Em
Four and five and more and many
CD
And six and seven, eight and nine
EmC
Here they come in a long, long line
D
Count a dozen, count a score
EmCD
There might be a hundred more
[Instrumental]
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[Verse]
Em
Can you hear the clatter of boots?
C
Kits and packs and khaki suits
D
And ragged regimental colours flying
Em
Swallowed whole by the cold steel rain
CD
Just a little fresh blood in the serpent's veins
Em
And it's a sharp shrill whistle call to attack
C
And they're running up ahead, and they're never coming back
D
Caught right in the eye of some Medusa
[Chorus]
C
Here they are now one, two, three
Em
Four and five and more and many
CD
And six and seven, eight and nine
EmC
Here they come in a long, long line
D
Count a dozen, count a score
EmCD
There might be a hundred more
[Instrumental]
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[Verse]
Em
Can you hear the concrete clicking
C
And the telephones bawling and the clocks all ticking
D
And the red ink spilling on the embers
Em
No one cares, no one remembers
CD
Names like footsteps chiselled in stone
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Row upon row, row upon row, row upon row, row upon row
[Chorus]
C
Here they are now one, two, three
Em
Four and five and more and many
CD
And six and seven, eight and nine
EmC
Here they come in a long, long line
D
Count a dozen, count a score
EmCD
There might be a hundred more
[Chorus]
C
Here they are now one, two, three
Em
Four and five and more and many
CD
And six and seven, eight and nine
EmC
Here they come in a long, long line
D
Count a dozen, count a score
EmCDEm
There might be a hundred more
CDEm
A hundred more
CDEm
A hundred more