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REMEMBERING FSB BALMORAL
Words and music by Lachlan Irvine
[G][D][Em]/[C]/[G][D]
[G] I'm sitting in a [D] hole in the [Em] ground,
[C] A world away from all that I hold [G] dear. [D]
[G] Reality [D] has lost its [Em] meaning,
If any [C] moment I could die right [D7] here.
[G] A shower of death is [D] falling all [Em] around me,
I [C] can't believe my life may soon be [G] through; [D]
It's a [G] life that's [D] barely started [Em] living,
There's so [C] much that I may never see and [D7] do.
Stop the [Em] world, [C] I don't be-[G]-long here!
This can't be [Em] happening, [C] this isn't [D] right!
It [Em] can't be true [C] that I could [G] die here, [Em]
In this [C] god-forsaken hole to-[D7]-night!
I was so [G] proud to be [D] serving my [Em] country,
To follow [C] heroes who have gone be-[G]-fore; [D]
But [G] nothing can [D] truly pre-[Em]-pare you
When you're [C] facing the true meaning of [D7] war.
So [G] now I'm sitting [D] here in this [Em] hole,
There's no [C] point in asking how or [G] why; [D]
So [G] this must be my [D] new reali-[Em]-ty,
Just [C] waiting to live or [D7] die.
Stop the [Em] world, [C] I don't be-[G]-long here!
This can't be [Em] happening, [C] this isn't [D] right!
It [Em] can't be true [C] that I could [G] die here, [Em]
In this [C] god-forsaken hole to-[D7]-night!
The [G] sword of war [D] strikes without [Em] mercy.
It has no [C] reason, it has no [G] rhyme. [D]
There's [G] not a thing that [D] I can do to [Em] change it,
If it's [C] decided that this is my [D7] time.
What-[G]-ever it is that [D] fate may have in [Em] store,
Somehow, I [C] know I’ve got to see it [G] through. [D]
One [G] soldier's feelings, [D] they amount to [Em] nothing,
Because I've [C] still got a job to [D7] do.
Stop the [Em] world, [C] I don't be-[G]-long here!
This can't be [Em] happening, [C] this isn't [D] right!
It [Em] can't be true [C] that I could [G] die here, [Em]
In this [C] god-forsaken hole to-[D7]-night!
Stop the [Em] world, [C] I don't be-[G]-long here!
This can't be [Em] happening, [C] this isn't [D] right!
It [Em] can't be true [C] that I could [G] die here, [Em]
In this [C] god-forsaken hole to-[D7]-night!
[G]
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