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(2005) |
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(Smith/Harris) |
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I'm gonna organise some changes in my life |
| I'm gonna exorcise the demons of my past |
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I'm gonna take the car and hit the open road |
| I'm feeling ready to just open up and go |
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And I just feel I can be anything |
| That I might ever wish to be |
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And fantasize just what I want to be |
| Make my wildest dreams come true |
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I'm on my way, out on my own again |
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I'm on my way, out on the road again |
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When I remember back to how that things just used to be |
| And I was stick inside a shroud of misery |
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I felt I disappeared so deep inside myself |
| I couldn't find a way to break away the hell |
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When I'm feeling down and low |
| I vow I'll never be the same again |
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I just remember what I am |
| And visualize just what I'm gonna be |
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I'm on my way, out on my own again |
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I'm on my way, I'm gonna breakaway |
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I'm gonna breakaway, I'm out on my own |
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I'm out on my own, gonna breakaway |
| Breaking away |
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I'm on my way, out on my own again |
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I'm on my way, out on the road again |
| I'm on my way, out on my own again |
| I'm on my way, I'm gonna breakaway |
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(Harris) |
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I was born into a scene of angriness and greed of dominance and persecution |
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My mother was a queen my dad I've never seen I was never meant to be |
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Now I spend my time looking all around, for a man that's nowhere to be found |
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Until I find him I've never gonna stop searching |
| I'm going to find my man, gonna travel round |
| Cos I'm a wrathchild |
| Yeah I'm a wrathchild |
| Well I'm a wrathchild |
| I'm coming to get you |
| Ooh yeah yeah |
| Some say it shouldn't matter ain't nothing gonna alter the course of my destination |
| But I know I've gotta find some serious piece of mind or I know I'll just go crazy |
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Now I spend my time looking all around, for a man that's nowhere to be found |
| Until I find him I've never gonna stop searching |
| I'm going to find my man, gonna travel round |
| Cos I'm a wrathchild |
| Yeah I'm a wrathchild |
| Well I'm a wrathchild |
| I'm coming to get you |
| Ooh yeah yeah |
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(Smith/Dickinson/Harris) |
| Can I play with madness |
| Give me the sense to wonder, to wonder if I'm free |
| Give me a sense of wonder, to know I can be |
| Give me the strength to hold my head up, spit back in their face |
| Don't need no key to unlock the door, gonna break down the walls |
| Break out of this bad place |
| Can I play with madness - the prophet stared at his crystal ball |
| Can I play with madness - there's no vision there at all |
| Can I play with madness - the prophet looked and laughed at me |
| Can I play with madness - he said you're blind too blind to see |
| I screamed aloud to the old man, I said don't lie don't say you don't know |
| I say you'll pay for your mischief, in this world or the next |
| Oh and then he fixed me with a freezing glance, and the hell fires raged in his eyes |
| He said do you want to know the truth son - I'll tell you the truth |
| Your soul's gonna burn in the lake of fire |
| Can I play with madness - the prophet stared at his crystal ball |
| Can I play with madness - there's no vision there at all |
| Can I play with madness - the prophet looked at he laughed at me |
| Can I play with madness - he said you're blind too blind to see |
| Can I play with madness - the prophet stared at his crystal ball |
| Can I play with madness - there's no vision there at all |
| Can I play with madness - the prophet looked at he laughed at me |
| Can I play with madness - he said you're blind too blind to see |
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(Harris) |
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You'll take my life but I'll take yours too |
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You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through |
| So when you're waiting for the next attack |
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You' d better stand there's no turning back |
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The Bugle sounds and the charge begins |
| But on this battlefield no one wins |
| The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath |
| As I plunge on into certain death |
| The horse he sweats with fear we break to run |
| The mighty roar of the Russian guns |
| And as we race towards the human wall |
| The screams of pain as my comrades fall |
| We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground |
| And the Russians fire another round |
| We get so near yet so far away |
| We won't live to fight another day |
| We get so close near enough to fight |
| When a Russian gets me in his sights |
| He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow |
| A burst of rounds take my horse below |
| And as I lay there gazing at the sky |
| My body's numb and my throat is dry |
| And as I lay forgotten and alone |
| Without a tear I draw my parting groan |
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(Gers/Harris) |
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Let me tell you a story to chill the bones |
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'Bout a thing that I saw |
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One night wandering in the everglades |
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I'd one drink but no more |
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I was rambling enjoying the bright moonlight |
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Gazing up at the stars |
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Not aware of a presence so near to me |
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Watching my every move |
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Feeling scared and I fell to my knees |
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As something rushed me from the trees |
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Took me to an unholy place |
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And that is where I fell from grace |
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Then they summoned me over to join in with them |
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To the dance of the dead |
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Into the circle of fire I followed them |
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Into the middle I was led |
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As if time had stopped still I was numb with fear |
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But still I wanted to go |
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And the blaze of the fire did no hurt upon me |
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As I walked onto the coals |
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And I felt I was in a trance |
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And my spirit was lifted from me |
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And if only someone had the chance |
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To witness what happened to me |
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And I danced and I pranced and I sang with them |
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All had death in their eyes |
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Lifeless figures they were undead all of them |
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They had ascended from hell |
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As I danced with the dead |
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My free spirit was laughing and howling down at me |
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Below my undead body |
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Just danced the circle of dead |
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Until the time came to reunite us both |
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My spirit came back down to me |
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I didn't know if I was alive or dead |
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As the others all joined in with me |
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By luck then a skirmish started |
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And took the attention away from me |
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When they took their gaze from me |
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Was the moment that I fled |
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I ran like hell faster than the wind |
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But behind I did not glance |
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One thing that I did not dare |
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Was to look just straight ahead |
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When you know that your time has come around |
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You know you'll be prepared for it |
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Say your last goodbyes to everyone |
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Have a drink and say a prayer for it |
| When you're lying in your sleep, when you're lying in your bed |
| And you wake from your dreams to go dancing with the dead |
| When you're lying in your sleep, when you're lying in your bed |
| And you wake from your dreams to go dancing with the dead |
| To this day I guess I'll never know |
| Just why they let me go |
| But I'll never go dancing no more |
| 'Til I dance with the dead |
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(Murray/Harris/Dickinson) |
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When I was wandering in the desert |
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And was searching for the truth |
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I heard a choir of angels calling out my name |
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I had the feeling that my life would never be the same again |
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I turn my face towards the barren sun |
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And I know of the pain that you feel the same as me |
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And I dream of the rain as it falls upon the leaves |
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And the cracks in our lives like the cracks upon the ground |
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They are sealed and are now washed away |
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You tell me we can start the rain |
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You tell me that we all can change |
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You tell me we can find something to wash the tears away |
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You tell me we can start the rain |
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You tell me that we all can change |
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You tell me we can find something to wash the tears... |
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And I know of the pain that you feel the same as me |
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And I dream of the rain as it falls upon the leaves |
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And the cracks in the ground like the cracks are in our lives |
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They are sealed and are now far away |
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You tell me we can start the rain |
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You tell me that we all can change |
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You tell me we can find something to wash the tears away |
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You tell me we can start the rain |
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You tell me that we all can change |
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You tell me we can find something to wash the tears... |
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You tell me we can start the rain |
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You tell me that we all can change |
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You tell me we can find something to wash the tears away |
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You tell me we can start the rain |
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You tell me that we all can change |
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You tell me we can find something to wash the tears... |
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And I know of the pain that you feel the same as me |
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And I dream of the rain as it falls upon the leaves |
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And the cracks in the ground like the cracks are in our lives |
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They are sealed and are now far away |
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(Murray/Harris/Dickinson) |
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Dying swans twisted wings, beauty not needed here |
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Lost my love, lost my life, in this garden of fear |
| I have seen many things, in a lifetime alone |
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Mother love is no more, bring this savage back home |
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| Wilderness house of pain, makes no sense of it all |
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Close this mind dull this brain, Messiah before his fall |
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What you see is not real, those who know will not tell |
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All is lost sold your souls to this brave new world |
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| A brave new world, in a brave new world |
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A brave new world, in a brave new world |
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In a brave new world, a brave new world |
| In a brave new world, a brave new world |
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Dragon kings dying queens, where is salvation now |
| Lost my life lost my dreams, rip the bones from my flesh |
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Silent screams laughing here, dying to tell you the truth |
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You are planned and you are damned in this brave new world |
| A brave new world, in a brave new world |
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A brave new world, in a brave new world |
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In a brave new world, a brave new world |
| In a brave new world, a brave new world |
| A brave new world, in a brave new world |
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A brave new world, in a brave new world |
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In a brave new world, a brave new world |
| In a brave new world, a brave new world |
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Dying swans twisted wings, bring this savage back home |
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(Smith/Harris) |
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In a foreign field he lay |
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Lonely soldier unknown grave |
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On his dying words he prays |
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Tell the world of Paschendale |
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Relive all that he's been through |
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Last communion of his soul |
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Rust your bullets with his tears |
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Let me tell you 'bout his years |
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Laying low in a blood filled trench |
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Killing time 'til my very own death |
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On my face I can feel the falling rain |
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Never see my friends again |
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In the smoke in the mud and lead |
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Smell the fear and the feeling of dread |
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Soon be time to go over the wall |
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Rapid fire and end of us all |
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Whistles shouts and more gun fire |
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Lifeless bodies hang on barbed wire |
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Battlefield nothing but a bloody tomb |
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Be reunited with my dead friends soon |
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Many soldiers eighteen years |
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Drown in mud no more tears |
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Surely a war no-one can win |
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Killing time about to begin |
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Home, far away |
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From the war, a chance to live again |
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Home, far away |
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But the war, no chance to live again |
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The bodies of ours and our foes |
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The sea of death it overflows |
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In no man's land God only knows |
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Into jaws of death we go |
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Crucified as if on a cross |
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Allied troops they mourn their loss |
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German war propaganda machine |
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Such before has never been seen |
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Swear I heard the angels cry |
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Pray to God no more may die |
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So that people know the truth |
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Tell the tale of Paschendale |
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Cruelty has a human heart |
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Every man does play his part |
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Terror of the men we kill |
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The human heart is hungry still |
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I stand my ground for the very last time |
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Gun is ready as I stand in line |
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Nervous wait for the whistle to blow |
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Rush of blood and over we go |
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Blood is falling like the rain |
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Its crimson cloak unveils again |
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The sound of guns can't hide their shame |
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And so we die on Paschendale |
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Dodging shrapnel and barbed wire |
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Running straight at cannon fire |
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Running blind as I hold my breath |
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Say a prayer symphony of death |
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As we charge the enemy lines |
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A burst of fire and we go down |
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I choke a cry but no-one hears |
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Feel the blood go down my throat |
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Home, far away |
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From the war, a chance to live again |
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Home, far away |
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But the war, no chance to live again |
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Home, far away |
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From the war, a chance to live again |
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Home, far away |
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But the war, no chance to live again |
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See my spirit on the wind |
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Across the lines beyond the hill |
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Friend and foe will meet again |
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Those who died at Paschendale |
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(Harris/Gers) |
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IM |
| I don't care for this world anymore, I just want to live my own fantasy |
| Fate has brought us to these shores, what was meant to be is now happening |
| IM |
| I've found that I like this living in danger |
| Living on edge it feels it makes me feel as one |
| Who cares now what's right or wrong it's reality |
| Killing so we survive, wherever we may roam |
| Wherever we may hide, we've got to get away |
| IM |
| I don't want existence to end, we must prepare ourselves for the elements |
| I just want to feel like we're strong, we don't need a code of morality |
| IM |
| I like all the mixed emotion and anger |
| It brings out the animal the power you can feel |
| And feeling so high on this much adrenalin |
| Excited but scary to believe what we've become |
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| Saints and sinners, something within us, we are lord of the flies |
| Saints and sinners, something willing us, to be lord of the flies |
| IM |
| Saints and sinners, something within us, we are lord of the flies |
| Saints and sinners, something willing us, to be lord of the flies |
| IM |
| Saints and sinners, something within us, we are lord of the flies |
| Saints and sinners, something willing us, to be lord of the flies |
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(Harris) |
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There's a darkened sky before me |
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There's no time to prepare |
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Salvage a last horizon |
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But no regrets from me |
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Maybe I'll be back some other day |
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To live again just who can say |
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In what shape or form that I might be |
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Just another chance for me |
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A hurried time no disgrace |
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Instead of racing to conclusion |
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And wishing all my life away |
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No-one can stop me now |
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Time is up it couldn't last |
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But there's more things I'd like to do |
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I'm coming back to try again |
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Someday maybe I'll wait till then |
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No more lies...No more lies... |
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No more lies...No more lies... |
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No more lies...No more lies... |
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No more lies...No more lies... |
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They're all sitting at my table |
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Talking tall and drinking wine |
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Their time is up just like me |
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But they just don't know it yet |
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So just a word of warning |
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When you're in your deepest dreams |
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There's nothing you can hide from |
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I've got my eye on you |
| The clock is fast the hour is near |
| Eventful past is ever clear |
| My life is set the time is here |
| I think I'm coming home |
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No more lies...No more lies... |
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No more lies...No more lies... |
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No more lies...No more lies... |
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No more lies...No more lies... |
| A hurried time no disgrace |
| Instead of racing to conclusions |
| And wishing all your life away |
| No-one can stop me now |
| Time is up it couldn't last |
| But there's more things I have to do |
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I'm coming back to try again |
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Don't tell me that this is the end |
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No more lies...No more lies... |
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No more lies...No more lies... |
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No more lies...No more lies... |
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No more lies...No more lies... |
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No more lies...No more lies... |
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No more lies... |
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(Harris) |
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I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime |
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Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time |
| Cos at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows Pole |
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The sands of time for me are running low |
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When the priest comes to read me the last rites |
| I take a look through the bars at the last sights |
| Of a world that has gone very wrong for me |
| Can it be there's been some sort of error |
| Hard to stop the surmounting terror |
| Is it really the end not some crazy dream |
| Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming |
| It's not so easy to stop from screaming |
| But words escape me when I try to speak |
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Tears they flow but why am I crying |
| After all I'm not afraid of dying |
| Don't I believe that there never is an end |
| As the guards march me out to the courtyard |
| Someone calls from a cell "God be with you" |
| If there's a God then why has he let me die? |
| As I walk all my life drifts before me |
| And though the end is near I'm not sorry |
| Catch my soul cos it's willing to fly away |
| Mark my words please believe my soul lives on |
| Please don't worry now that I have gone |
| I've gone beyond to see the truth |
| When you know that your time is close at hand |
| Maybe then you'll begin to understand |
| Life down there is just a strange illusion |
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(Harris) |
| I am a man who walks alone, and when I'm walking a dark road |
| At night, or strolling through the park |
| When the light begins to change, I sometimes feel a little strange |
| A little anxious when it's dark |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| I have a constant fear that something's always near |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| I have a phobia that someone's always there |
| Have you run your fingers down the wall, and have you felt your neck skin crawl |
| When you're searching for the light |
| Sometimes when you're scared to take a look, at the corner of the room |
| You've sensed that something's watching you |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| I have a constant fear that something's always near |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| I have a phobia that someone's always there |
| Have you ever been alone at night, thought you heard footsteps behind |
| And turned around and no-one's there |
| And as you quicken up your pace, you find it hard to look again |
| Because you're sure there's someone there |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| I have a constant fear that something's always near |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| I have a phobia that someone's always there |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| Watching horror films the night before, debating witches and folklore |
| The unknown troubles on your mind |
| Maybe your mind is playing tricks, you sense and suddenly eyes fix |
| On dancing shadows from behind |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| I have a constant fear that something's always near |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| I have a phobia that someone's always there |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| I have a constant fear that something's always near |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| I have a phobia that someone's always there |
| When I'm walking a dark road |
| I am a man who walks alone |
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(Harris) |
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Won't you come into my room, I want to show you all my wares |
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I just want to see your blood, I just want to stand and stare |
| See the blood begin to flow, as it falls upon the floor |
| Iron Maiden can't be fought, Iron Maiden can't be sought |
| Oh well, wherever, wherever you are |
| Iron Maiden's gonna get you, no matter how far |
| See the blood begin to flow, watching it shed up above my head |
| Iron Maiden wants you for dead |
| All my feelings cannot be held, I'm happy in my new strange world |
| Won't you come into my room, I want to show you all my wares |
| I just want to see your blood, I just want to stand and stare |
| See the blood begin to flow, as it falls upon the floor |
| Iron Maiden can't be fought, Iron Maiden can't be sought |
| Oh well, wherever, wherever you are |
| Iron Maiden's gonna get you, no matter how far |
| See the blood begin to flow, watching it shed up above my head |
| Iron Maiden wants you for dead |
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(Smith/Harris/Dickinson) |
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From the red sky of the east |
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To the sunset in the west |
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We have cheated death |
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And he has cheated us |
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But that was just a dream |
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And this is what it means |
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We are sleeping |
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And we'll dream for evermore |
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And the fragment remains of our memories |
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And the shadows we made with our hands |
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Deep grey came to mourn |
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All the colours of the dawn |
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Will this journeyman's day be his last? |
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I know what I want |
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And I say what I want |
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And no one can take it away |
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I know what I want |
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And I say what I want |
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And no one can take it away |
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I know what I want |
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And I say what I want |
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And no one can take it away |
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I know what I want |
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And I say what I want |
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And no one can take it away |
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But the memory still remains |
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All the past years not so strange |
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Our winter times are like a silent shroud |
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And the heartbeat of the day |
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Drives the mist away |
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And winter's not the only dream around |
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In your life you may choose desolation |
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And the shadows you build with your hands |
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If you turn to the light |
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That is burning in the night |
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Then the journeyman's day has begun |
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I know what I want |
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And I say what I want |
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And no one can take it away |
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I know what I want |
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And I say what I want |
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And no one can take it away |
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I know what I want |
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And I say what I want |
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And no one can take it away |
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I know what I want |
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And I say what I want |
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And no one can take it away |
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In your life you may choose desolation |
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And the shadows you build with your hands |
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If you turn to the light |
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That is burning in the night |
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Then the journeyman's day has begun |
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I know what I want |
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And I say what I want |
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And no one can take it away |
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I know what I want |
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And I say what I want |
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And no one can take it away |
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I know what I want |
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And I say what I want |
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And no one can take it away |
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I know what I want |
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And I say what I want |
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And no one can take it away |
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(Harris) |
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I left alone my mind was black, I needed time to get the memories from my mind |
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What did I see can I believe, that what I saw that night was real and not just fantasy |
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Just what I saw in my old dreams, were they reflections of my warped mind staring back at me |
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Cos in my dreams it's always there, the evil face that twists my mind and brings me to despair |
| The night was black was no use holding back, cos I just had to see was someone watching me |
| In the mist dark figures move and twist, was this all for real or some kind of hell |
| 666 the number of the beast |
| Hell and fire was spawned to be released |
| Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised, as they start to cry hands held to the sky |
| In the night the fires burning bright, the ritual has begun Satan's work is done |
| 666 the number of the beast |
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Sacrifice is going on tonight |
| This can't go on I must inform the law, can this still be real or some crazy dream |
| But I feel drawn towards the evil chanting hordes, they seem to mesmerise me...can't avoid their eyes |
| 666 the number of the beast |
| 666 the one for you and me |
| I'm coming back I will return, and I'll possess your body and I'll make you burn |
| I have the fire I have the force, I have the power to make my evil takes its course |
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White man came across the sea, brought us pain and misery |
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Killed our tribes killed our creed, took our game for his own need |
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We fought him hard we fought him well, out on the plains we gave him hell |
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But many came too much for Cree, oh will we ever be set free? |
| Riding through dustclouds and barren wastes, galloping hard on the plains |
| Chasing the redskins back to their holes, fighting them at their own game |
| Murder for freedom the stab in the back, women and children and cowards attack |
| Run to the hills, run for your lives |
| Run to the hills, run for your lives |
| Soldier blue in the barren wastes, hunting and killing their game |
| Raping the women and wasting the men, the only good Indians are tame |
| Selling them whiskey and taking their gold, enslaving the young and destroying the old |
| Run to the hills, run for your lives |
| Run to the hills, run for your lives |
| Run to the hills, run for your lives |
| Run to the hills, run for your lives |