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113900\n- text: Well, something goes tink when the cartridge is spent\n start_ms: 113900\n end_ms: 117880\n- text: Where do you think all your cartilage went?\n start_ms: 117880\n end_ms: 122090\n- text: Boots on the ground, boots on the ground\n start_ms: 122090\n end_ms: 126050\n- text: Now who the hell are these federal pricks?\n start_ms: 126050\n end_ms: 130200\n- text: Hiding in the Senate like a bloated ass tick\n start_ms: 130200\n end_ms: 134510\n- text: Air-conditioned, fuck-stick loafers\n start_ms: 134510\n end_ms: 138690\n- text: Sittin' in a room full of Army posters\n start_ms: 138690\n end_ms: 143110\n- text: A coal to a diamond, a vote to a law\n start_ms: 143110\n end_ms: 146830\n- text: They campaign up all the blood they can draw\n start_ms: 146830\n end_ms: 151000\n- text: Mold your world, a soldier's just clay\n start_ms: 151000\n end_ms: 155540\n- text: How much does every soldier weigh?\n start_ms: 155540\n end_ms: 160050\n- text: Cut you at the ankles and they 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113900\n- text: Well, something goes tink when the cartridge is spent\n start_ms: 113900\n end_ms: 117880\n- text: Where do you think all your cartilage went?\n start_ms: 117880\n end_ms: 122090\n- text: Boots on the ground, boots on the ground\n start_ms: 122090\n end_ms: 126050\n- text: Now who the hell are these federal pricks?\n start_ms: 126050\n end_ms: 130200\n- text: Hiding in the Senate like a bloated ass tick\n start_ms: 130200\n end_ms: 134510\n- text: Air-conditioned, fuck-stick loafers\n start_ms: 134510\n end_ms: 138690\n- text: Sittin' in a room full of Army posters\n start_ms: 138690\n end_ms: 143110\n- text: A coal to a diamond, a vote to a law\n start_ms: 143110\n end_ms: 146830\n- text: They campaign up all the blood they can draw\n start_ms: 146830\n end_ms: 151000\n- text: Mold your world, a soldier's just clay\n start_ms: 151000\n end_ms: 155540\n- text: How much does every soldier weigh?\n start_ms: 155540\n end_ms: 160050\n- text: Cut you at the ankles and they 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