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(2012) |
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I try to call the Earth's command desperation in my voice, I'm drifting way of course now with very little choice |
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The loneliness is hard to bear I try to calm my fear, just hoping any second now some contact filters through |
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Desperate calls, signal back from satellite, as my life flashes before me |
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Try again, must get through, hear me now for I've very little time |
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Not much time, hear my call, please get through I am here |
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I'm stranded in space, I'm lost without a trace, I haven't a chance of getting away |
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Too close to the Sun I surely will burn, like Icarus before me or so legend goes |
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I think of my life reliving my past, there's nothing but wait 'til my time comes |
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I've had a good life I'd do it again, maybe I'll come back some time afresh |
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For I have lived my life to the full I have no regrets, but I wish I could talk to my family to tell them one last goodbye |
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The Final Frontier...The Final Frontier |
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The Final Frontier...The Final Frontier |
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If I could survive to live one more time I wouldn't be changing a thing at all |
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Done more in my life than some do in ten I'd go back and do it all over again |
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For I have lived my life to the full I have no regrets, but I wish I could talk to my family to tell them that one last goodbye |
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The Final Frontier...The Final Frontier |
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The Final Frontier...The Final Frontier |
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There isn't much time must say my last rites, nobody is here to read them to me |
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Must say my goodbyes if only a line, a message to tell them in case they might find... |
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For I have lived my life to the full I have no regrets, but I wish I could talk to my family to tell them that one last goodbye |
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The Final Frontier...The Final Frontier |
| The Final Frontier...The Final Frontier |
| The Final Frontier...The Final Frontier |
| The Final Frontier...The Final Frontier |
| The Final Frontier...The Final Frontier |
| The Final Frontier...The Final Frontier |
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Gotta tell you a story on a cold winters night |
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You'll be sailin' for glory before you know what is right |
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So come over here now I got a vision for you |
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It's my personal snake oil it's just something I do |
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I'm the jester with no tears and I'm playing on your fears |
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I'm a trickster smiling underneath this mask of love and death |
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The eternal lie I've told about the pyramids of gold |
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I've got you hooked at every turn your money's left to burn |
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You'll be wanting a contract you'll be waiting a while |
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I'd like to give you my contact but that isn't my style |
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Well you only get one chance and it's too good to miss |
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If I gave a lot to ya then I wouldn't exist |
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Greed lust and angry pride it's the same old same old ride |
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The smoke and mirrors visions that you see are just like me |
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I'm a clever banker's face with just a letter out of place |
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I know someone just like you knows someone just like me |
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El Dorado come and play El Dorado step this way |
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Take a ticket for the ride El Dorado streets of gold |
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See my ship is over sold you've got one last chance to try |
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So gone is the glory and gone is the gold |
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Well if you need a story I've come it has to be told |
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Well you can say I'm a devil and I wouldn't say no |
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But out here on the dark side hey on with the show |
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So now my tale is told big and bad and twice as bold |
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The ship of fools is sinking as the cracks begin to grow |
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There is no easy way for an honest man today |
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Which is something you should think of as my life boat sails away |
| El Dorado come and play El Dorado step this way |
| Take a ticket for the ride El Dorado streets of gold |
| See my ship is over sold you've got one last chance to try |
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El Dorado come and play El Dorado step this way |
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Take a ticket for the ride El Dorado streets of gold |
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See my ship is over sold you've got one last chance to try |
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(Smith/Dickinson) |
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Kill for gain or shoot to maim, but we don't need a reason |
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The Golden Goose is on the loose, and never out of season |
| Blackened pride still burns inside, this shell of bloody treason |
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Here's my gun for a barrel of fun, for the love of living death |
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The killer's on the loose or the Demon's seed, the glamour, the fortune, the pain |
| Go to war again blood is freedom's stain, don't you pray fro my soul anymore |
| 2 minutes to midnight |
| The hands that threaten doom |
| 2 minutes to midnight |
| To kill the unborn in the womb |
| The blind men shout let the creatures out, we'll show the unbelievers |
| the Napalm screams of human flames, of a prime time Belsen feast...YEAH |
| As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy |
| We oil the jaws of the war machine, and fee it with our babies |
| 2 minutes to midnight |
| The hands that threaten doom |
| 2 minutes to midnight |
| To kill the unborn in the womb |
| The body bags and little rags of children torn in two |
| And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you |
| As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song |
| To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun |
| 2 minutes to midnight |
| The hands that threaten doom |
| 2 minutes to midnight |
| To kill the unborn in the womb |
| Midnight...all night... |
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(Gers/Harris) |
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When I stand and look about the port and contemplate my life |
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Will I ever see my countrymen again ? |
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As the captain calls us on the deck I take my things and walk to the harbour side |
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I glance back one last time |
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Fleeing our nation our problems we leave behind |
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Ships by the ten fold sail out on the tide |
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We are pleased to be out and embracing the open sea |
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Free from our troubles and more free from thee |
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Inheritors unfilled reason behind us we flee from what is not what is will be |
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We flee the earth and face our harsh reality will death be low mist that hangs on the sea |
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We run from the evil tongues rash judgements selfish men |
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Never to be seen on these shores again |
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As we sail into oceamize and lose sight of land a face of contentment around in the air |
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We're off now to seek all our fortunes to the land of our dreams |
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Riding the waves and the storm is upon us |
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The winds lash the sails but the ropes keep them tight |
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Off in the distance a dark cloud approaching |
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None could imagine what there was to come |
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No there's no one going back |
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No there's not a second chance |
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As we strap onto the side we pray to God that we won't die |
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As we ride the rough seas as we soak from the ocean waves |
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I just hope for all our lives and pray that I survive |
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Four ships are lost in the stormy conditions |
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The spirits of the sunken crews their phantoms follow us |
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Spirits sails they drive us on through the all consuming waves |
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Cold mortality no weapon against these ever raging seas |
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Four leagues and ten and we hit storms again |
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We just can't get away from the eye of the storm |
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The birds out soar the raging storm but we cannot escape it |
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Abandoned earth that we now crave is many leagues from safe |
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Holding on for our dear lives and we're praying once again |
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Rotten luck or just jonahed the talisman is in my hand |
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Limbs fatigued trembling with cold blinded from the sea spray salt |
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Clasping anything we can hold heaven's rain upon us falls |
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Twenty days without a meal and ten without fresh water still |
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Those that didn't die in storms the scurvy rest did slaughter |
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Westward the tide |
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Westward we sail on |
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Westward the tide |
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Sail by the talisman |
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We approach the other side of the ocean with the tide |
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In our favour just for once welcome greeting our new land |
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The elation in our hearts the excitement in our veins |
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As we sail towards the coastline of our golden promised land |
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Weary limbs fatigued away I have no life left in me |
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No more strength and nothing left to give must find the will to live |
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Never thought that we could make it truly sight of shores divine |
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The sickness I am dying from never wanted it to end this way |
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Westward the tide |
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Westward we sail on |
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Westward the tide |
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Sail by the talisman |
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Westward the tide |
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Westward we sail on |
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Westward the tide |
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Sail by the talisman |
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(Smith/Harris/Dickinson) |
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When I stand before you shining in the early morning sun |
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When I feel the engines roar and I think of what we've done |
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Oh the bittersweet reflection as we kiss the earth goodbye |
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As the waves and echoes of the towns become the ghosts of time |
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Over borders that divide the Earthbound tribes |
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No creed and no religion just a hundred winged souls |
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We will ride this thunderbird silver shadows on the earth |
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A thousand leagues away our land of birth |
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To Albion's land |
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Coming home when I see the runway lights |
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In the misty dawn the night is fading fast |
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Coming home far away as the vapour trails alight |
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Where I've been tonight you know I will not stay |
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Curving on the edge of daylight 'til it slips into the void |
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Waited in the long night dreaming 'til the sun is born again |
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Stretch the fingers of my hand cover countries with my span |
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Just a lonely satellite speck of dust in cosmic sand |
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Over borders that divide the Earthbound tribes |
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Flown the dark Atlantic over mariners stormy graves |
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We will ride this thunderbird silver shadows on the earth |
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A thousand leagues away our land of birth |
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To Albion's land |
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Coming home when I see the runway lights |
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In the misty dawn the night is fading fast |
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Coming home far away as the vapour trails alight |
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Where I've been tonight you know I will not stay |
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To Albion's land |
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Coming home when I see the runway lights |
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In the misty dawn the night is fading fast |
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Coming home far away as the vapour trails alight |
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Where I've been tonight you know I will not stay |
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Coming home far away when I see the runway lights |
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In the misty dawn the night is fading fast |
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Coming home far away as the vapour trails alight |
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Where I've been tonight you know I will not stay |
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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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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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Hand of fate is moving and the finger points to you |
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He knocks you to your feet and so what are you gonna do |
| Your tongue has frozen now you've got something to say |
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The piper at the gates of dawn is calling you his way |
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| You watch the world exploding every single night |
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Dancing in the sun a newborn in the light |
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Say goodbye to gravity and say goodbye to death |
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Hello to eternity and live for every breath |
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| Your time will come, your time will come |
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Your time will come, your time will come |
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| The ferryman wants his money you ain't going to give it back |
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He can push his own boat as you set up off the track |
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Nothing you can contemplate will ever be the same |
| Every second is a new spark, sets the universe aflame |
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You watch the world exploding every single night |
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Dancing in the sun a newborn in the light |
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Brothers and their fathers joining hands and make a chain |
| The shadow of the Wicker Man is rising up again |
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Your time will come, your time will come |
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Your time will come, your time will come |
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Your time will come, your time will come |
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Your time will come, your time will come |
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Your time will come, your time will come |
| Your time will come, your time will come |
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And if you're taking a walk through the garden of life |
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What do you think you'd expect you would see? |
| Just like a mirror reflecting the moves of your life |
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And in the river reflections of me |
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| Just for a second a glimpse of my father I see |
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And in a movement he beckons to me |
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And in a moment the memories are all that remain |
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And all the wounds are reopening again |
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| We're blood brothers, we're blood brothers |
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We're blood brothers, we're blood brothers |
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| And as you look all around at the world in dismay |
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What do you see, do you think we have learned |
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Not if you're taking a look at the war-torn affray |
| Out in the streets where the babies are burned |
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We're blood brothers, we're blood brothers |
| We're blood brothers, we're blood brothers |
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There are times when I feel I'm afraid for the world |
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There are times I'm ashamed of us all |
| When you're floating on all the emotion you feel |
| And reflecting the good and the bad |
| Will we ever know what the answer to life really is? |
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Can you really tell me what life is? |
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Maybe all the things that you know that are precious to you |
| Could be swept away by fate's own hand |
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We're blood brothers, we're blood brothers |
| We're blood brothers, we're blood brothers |
| When you think that we've used all our chances |
| And the chance to make everything right |
| Keep on making the same old mistakes |
| Makes untipping the balance so easy |
| When we're living our lives on the edge |
| Say a prayer on the book of the dead |
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We're blood brothers, we're blood brothers |
| We're blood brothers, we're blood brothers |
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We're blood brothers, we're blood brothers |
| We're blood brothers, we're blood brothers |
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And if you're taking a walk through the garden of life... |
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Have you heard what they said on the news today |
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Have you heard what is coming to us all |
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That the world as we know it will be coming to an end |
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Have you heard have you heard |
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He sees them in the distance when the darkened clouds roll |
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He could feel tension in the atmosphere |
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He would look in the mirror see an old man now |
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Does it matter they survive somehow |
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They said there's nothing can be done about the situation |
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They said there's nothing you can do at all |
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To sit and wait around for something to occur |
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Did you know did you know |
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As he stares across the garden looking at the meadows |
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Wonders if they'll ever grow again |
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The desperation of the situation getting graver |
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Getting ready when the wild wind blows |
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Have you seen what they said on the news today |
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Have you heard what they said about us all |
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Do you know what is happening to just every one of us |
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Have you heard have you heard |
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There will be a catastrophe the like we've never seen |
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There will be something that will light the sky |
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That the world as we know it it will never be the same |
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Did you know did you know |
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He carries everything into the shelter not a fuss |
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Getting ready when the moment comes |
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He has enough supplies to last them for a year or two |
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Good to have because you never know |
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They tell us nothing that we don't already know about |
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They tell us nothing that is real at all |
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They only fill us with the stuff that they want |
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Did you know did you know |
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He's nearly finished with the preparations for the day |
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He's getting tired that'll do for now |
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They are preparing for the very worst to come to them |
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Getting ready when the wild wind blows |
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He sees the picture on the wall it's falling down upside down |
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He sees a tear drop from his wife roll down her face saying Grace |
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Remember times they had they flash right through his mind left behind |
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Of a lifetime spent together long ago will be gone |
| They've been preparing for some weeks now |
| For when the crucial moment comes |
| To take their refuge in the shelter |
| Let them prepare for what will come |
| They make a tea and sit there waiting |
| They're in the shelter feeling snug |
| Not long to wait for absolution |
| Don't make a fuss just sit and wait |
| Can't believe all the lying |
| All the screens are denying |
| That the moments of truth have begun |
| Can't you see it on the TV |
| Don't believe them in the least bit |
| Now the days of our ending have begun |
| Say a prayer when it's all over |
| Survivors unite all as one |
| Got to try and help each other |
| Got the will to overcome |
| I can't believe all the lying |
| All the screens are denying |
| That the moments of truth have begun |
| Can't you see it on the TV |
| Don't believe them in the least bit |
| Now the days of our ending have begun |
| When they found them had their arms wrapped around each other |
| Their tins of poison laying near by their clothes |
| The day they both mistook an earthquake for the fallout |
| Just another when the wild wind blows |
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| Love is a razor and I walked the line on that silver blade |
| Slept in the dust with his daughter, her eyes red with the slaughter of innocence |
| But I will pray for her, I will call her name out loud |
| I would bleed for her, if I could see her now |
| Living on a razors edge |
| Balancing on a ledge |
| Living on a razors edge |
| Oh - balancing on a ledge |
| Oh - balancing on a ledge |
| Living on a razors edge |
| Balancing on a ledge |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| Circle of fire my baptism of joy at an end it seems |
| The seventh lamb slain the book of life opens before me |
| And I will pray for you, some day I may return |
| I would die for you, beyond is where I learn |
| Living on a razors edge |
| Balancing on a ledge |
| Living on a razors edge |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| Living on a razors edge |
| Balancing on a ledge |
| Living on a razors edge |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil, the evil, the evil that men do |
| The evil, the evil, the evil that men do |
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| 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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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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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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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/Di'anno) |
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Just sixteen a pickup truck, out of money out of luck |
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I've got no place to call my own, Hit the gas and here I go |
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I'm running free yeh, I'm running free |
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I'm running free yeh, I'm running free |
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Spend the night in an L.A. jail, listen to the sirens wail |
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But they ain't got a thing on me, I'm running wild I'm running free |
| I'm running free yeh, I'm running free |
| I'm running free yeh, I'm running free |
| Pulled her at the Bottle Top, whiskey dancing disco hop |
| And all the boys are after me, and that's the way it's gonna be |
| I'm running free yeh, I'm running free |
| I'm running free yeh, I'm running free |