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(2005) |
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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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(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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(Smith/Harris/Dickinson) |
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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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(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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(Harris/Bayley) |
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I'm running out of my time, I'm running out of breath |
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And now it's getting so I can't sleep at night, in the day, feel like death |
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I'm getting in far too deep, I feel them closing in |
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I've got to say that I'm scared, I know they'll win, even so, I'm prepared |
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Do you believe what you hear |
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Can you believe what you see |
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Do you believe what you feel |
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Can you believe |
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What is real? Futureal |
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What is real? |
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Whenever anyone seems to treat me like a freak |
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It makes me see I'm the only one who feels, that I know what is real |
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Sometimes it feels like a game of deadly hide and seek |
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And when you're reading this then I will be gone, maybe then you will see |
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Do you believe what you hear |
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Can you believe what you see |
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Do you believe what you feel |
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Can you believe |
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What is real? Futureal |
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What is real? Futureal |
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Do you believe what you hear |
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Can you believe what you see |
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Do you believe what you feel |
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Can you believe |
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What is real? Futureal |
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What is real? Futureal |
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What is real? Futureal |
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What is real? Futureal |
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(Harris) |
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Walk alone in the hills with the wind in your face |
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It feels good to be proud and be free and a race |
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That is part of a clan and to live on highlands |
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And the air that you breathe so pure and so clean |
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When alone on the hills with the wind in your hair |
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With a longing to feel just to be free |
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Is it right to believe in the need to be free |
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It's a time when you die and without asking why |
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Can't you see what they do they are grinding us down |
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They are taking our land that belongs to the clans |
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Not alone with a dream just a want to be free |
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With a need to belong I am a clansman |
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Freedom |
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Freedom |
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Freedom |
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Freedom |
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It's a time wrought with fear It's a land wrought with change |
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Ancestors could hear what is happening now |
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They would turn in their graves they would all be ashamed |
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That the land of the free has been written in chains |
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And I know what I want when the timing is right |
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The I'll take what is mine I am the clansman |
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And I swear to defend and we'll fight to the end |
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And I swear that I'll never be taken alive |
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And I know that we'll stand and we'll fight for our land |
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And I swear that my bairns will be born free |
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And I know what I want when the timing is right |
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Then I'll take what I want I am the clansman |
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Freedom |
| Freedom |
| Freedom |
| Freedom |
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No, no we can't let them take anymore |
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No we can't let them take anymore |
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We're the land of the free |
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No, no we can't let them take anymore |
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No we can't let them take anymore |
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We're the land of the free |
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No, no we can't let them take anymore |
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No we can't let them take anymore |
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No we can't let them take anymore |
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We're the land of the free |
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Freedom |
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Freedom |
| Freedom |
| Freedom |
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It is right to believe in the need to be free |
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It's a time when you die and without asking why |
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Can't you see what they do they are grinding us down |
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They are taking our land that belongs to the clans |
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Not alone with a dream just a want to be free |
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With a need to belong I am a clansman |
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And I know what I want when the timing is right |
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Then I'll take what is mine I am the clansman |
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Freedom |
| Freedom |
| Freedom |
| Freedom |
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And I know what I want when the timing is right |
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The I'll take what is mine I am the clansman |
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(Harris) |
| Eleven saintly shrouded men, silhouettes stand against the sky |
| One in front with a cross held high, come to wash my sins away |
| IM |
| Standing alone in the wind and the rain, feeling the fear that is growing |
| Sensing the change in the tide again, brought by the storm that is brewing |
| Feel the anxiety hold off the fear, some of the doubt in the things you believe |
| Now that your faith will be put to the test, nothing to do but await what is coming |
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| Why then is God still protecting me, even when I don't deserve it |
| Though I am blessed with an inner strength, some they would call it a penance |
| Why am I meant to face this alone, asking the question time and again |
| Praying to God won't keep me alive, inside my head feel the fear start to rise |
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| They'll be saying their prayers when the moment comes |
| There'll be penance to pay when it's judgement day |
| And the guilty'll bleed when that moment comes |
| They'll be coming to claim, take your soul away |
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| The sign of the cross |
| The name of the rose...a fire in the sky |
| The sign of the cross |
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| They'll be coming to bring the eternal flame |
| They'll be bringing us all immortality |
| Holding communion so the world be blessed |
| My creator, my God'll lay my soul to rest |
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| The sign of the cross |
| The name of the rose...a fire in the sky |
| The sign of the cross |
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| The sign of the cross |
| The name of the rose...a fire in the sky |
| The sign of the cross |
| The name of the rose...the sign of the cross |
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| Lost the love of heaven above, chose the lust of the earth below |
| Eleven saintly shrouded men, came to wash my sins away |
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(Bayley/Gers) |
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IM |
| The freeway is jammed and it's backed up for miles |
| The car is an oven and baking is wild |
| Nothing is ever the way it should be |
| What we deserve we just don't get you see |
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| A briefcase a lunch and a man on the edge |
| Each step gets closer to losing his head |
| Is someone in heaven are they looking down |
| Nothing is fair just you look around |
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| Falling down, falling down, falling down |
| Falling down, falling down, falling down |
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| He's sick of waiting of lying like this |
| There's a hole in the sky for the angels to kiss |
| Branded a leper because you don't fit |
| In the land of the free you just live by your wits |
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| Once he built missiles a nation's defence |
| Now he can't even get birthday presents |
| Across the city he leaves in his wake |
| A glimpse of the future a cannibal state |
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| Falling down, falling down, falling down |
| Falling down, falling down, falling down |
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| The freeway is jammed and it's backed up for miles |
| The car is an oven and baking is wild |
| Nothing is ever the way it should be |
| What we deserve we just don't get you see |
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| A briefcase a lunch and a man on the edge |
| Each step gets closer to losing his head |
| Is someone in heaven are they looking down |
| Nothing is fair just you look around |
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| Falling down, falling down, falling down |
| Falling down, falling down, falling down |
| Falling down, falling down, falling down |
| Falling down, falling down, falling down |
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(Dickinson/Gers) |
| Covered in sinners and dripping with guilt |
| Making your money from slime and from filth |
| Parading your bellies in ivory towers |
| Investing our lives in your schemes and your powers |
| You got to watch them - be quick or be dead |
| Snake eyes in heaven - the thief in your head |
| You've got to watch them - be quick or be dead |
| Snake eyes in heaven - the thief in your head |
| Be quick |
| Or be dead |
| Be quick |
| Or be dead |
| See...what's ruling all our lives |
| See...who's pulling the strings |
| See...what's ruling all our lives |
| See...who pulls the strings |
| I bet you won't fall flat on your face |
| Your belly will hold you in place |
| The serpent is crawling inside of your ear |
| He says you must vote for what you want to hear |
| Don't matter what's wrong as long you're alright |
| Pull yourself stupid and rob yourself blind |
| You got to watch them - be quick or be dead |
| Snake eyes in heaven - the thief in your head |
| You've got to watch them - be quick or be dead |
| Snake eyes in heaven - the thief in your head |
| Be quick |
| Or be dead |
| Be quick |
| Or be dead |
| You got to watch them - be quick or be dead |
| Snake eyes in heaven - the thief in your head |
| You've got to watch them - be quick or be dead |
| Snake eyes in heaven - the thief in your head |
| Be quick |
| Or be dead |
| Be quick |
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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/Dickinson) |
| Believe in me - send us money, died on the cross and that ain't funny |
| But my so called friends are making me a joke |
| They missed out what I said like I never spoke |
| They choose what they wanna hear - they don't tell a lie |
| They just leave out the truth as they're watching you die |
| Saving your soul by taking your money, flies around shit bees around honey |
| Holy smoke, Holy smoke |
| Plenty bad preachers for the Devil to stoke |
| Feed 'em in feet first this is no joke |
| This is thirsty work making holy smoke |
| Jimmy Reptile and all his friends, say they gonna be with you at the end |
| Burning records burning books, holy soldiers Nazi looks |
| Crocodile smiles just wait a while |
| Till the TV Queen gets her make up clean |
| I've lived in filth I've lived in sin |
| And I still smell cleaner than the shit you're in |
| Holy smoke, Holy smoke |
| Plenty bad preachers for the Devil to stoke |
| Feed 'em feet first this is no joke |
| This is thirsty work making holy smoke |
| They ain't religious but they ain't no fools, when Noah built his Cadillac it was cool |
| Two by two they're still going down, and the satellite circus just left town |
| I think they're strange and when they're dead |
| They can have a Lincoln for their bed |
| Friend of the President - trick of the tail |
| Now they ain't got a prayer - 100 years in jail |
| Holy smoke, Holy smoke |
| Plenty bad preachers for the Devil to stoke |
| Feed 'em in feet first |
| This is thirsty work making holy smoke |
| Holy smoke |
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(Dickinson) |
| Honey it's getting close to midnight, and all the myths are still in town |
| True love and lipstick on your linen, bite the pillow make no sound |
| If there's some living to be done, before your life becomes your tomb |
| You'd better know that I'm the one, so unchain your back door and invite me around |
| Bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter to the slaughter |
| Let her go, let her go, let her go |
| Bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter to the slaughter |
| Let her go, let her go, let her go, let her go |
| Honey it's getting close to daybreak, the sun is creeping in the sky |
| No patent remedies for heartache, just empty words and humble pie |
| So get down on your knees honey, assume an attitude |
| You just pray that I'll be waiting, 'cos you know I'm coming soon |
| Bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter to the slaughter |
| Let her go, let her go, let her go |
| Bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter to the slaughter |
| Let her go, let her go, let her go |
| So pick up your foolish pride, no going back |
| No where no way no place to hide |
| Bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter |
| Bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter to the slaughter |
| Bring me your daughter, fetch your daughter |
| Bring me your daughter, fetch your daughter |
| Bring me your daughter, fetch your daughter |
| To the slaughter |
| Bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter to the slaughter |
| Let her go, let her go, let her go |
| Bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter to the slaughter |
| Let her go, let her go, let her go |
| Bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter to the slaughter |
| Let her go, let her go, let her go |
| Let her go, let her go, let her go |
| I'm coming to get ya |
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(Harris) |
| Feel the sweat break on my brow |
| Is it me or is it shadows that are dancing on the walls |
| Is this a dream or is it mow |
| Is this a vision or normality I see before my eyes |
| I wonder why I wonder how |
| That it seems the powers getting stronger every day |
| I feel a strength an inner fire |
| But I'm scared I won't be able to control it anymore |
| There's a time to live and a time to die |
| When it's time to meet the maker |
| There's a time to live but isn't strange |
| That as soon as you're born you're dying |
| There's a time to live and there's a time to die |
| When it's time to meet the maker |
| There's a time to live but isn't it strange |
| That as soon as you're born you're dying |
| Just by looking through your eyes |
| He could see the future penetrating right in through your mind |
| See the truth and see your lies |
| But for all his power couldn't foresee his own demise |
| There's a time to live and a time to die |
| When it's time to meet the maker |
| There's a time to live but isn't it strange |
| That as soon as you're born you're dying |
| There's a time to live and a time to die |
| When it's time to meet the maker |
| There's a time to live but isn't it strange |
| That as soon as you're born you're dying... |
| ...and reborn again |
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(Smith/Dickinson/Harris) |
| 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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From the coast of gold across the seven seas |
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I'm travellin' on far and wide |
| But now it all seems I'm just a stranger to myself |
| And all the things I sometimes do it isn't me but someone else |
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I close my eyes and think of home |
| Another city goes by in the night |
| Ain't it funny how it is, You never miss it 'til it's gone away |
| And my heart is lying there and will be 'til my dying day |
| So understand |
| Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years |
| Face up make your stand and realise you're living in the golden years |
| Too much time on my hands, I got you on my mind |
| Can't ease this pain so easily |
| When you can't find the words to say it's hard to make it through another day |
| And it just makes me wanna cry and throw my hands up to the sky |
| So understand |
| Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years |
| Face up make your stand and realise you're living in the golden years |
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(Harris) |
| Can't understand what is happening to me, this isn't real this is only a dream |
| But I never have felt no I have never felt this way before |
| I'm looking down on my body below, I lie asleep in the midst of a dream |
| Is it now could it be the Angel of Death has come for me |
| I can't believe that really my time has come, I don't feel ready there's so much left undone |
| And it's my soul and I'm not gonna let it get away |
| Heaven can wait, Heaven can wait |
| Heaven can wait, Heaven can wait |
| 'Til another day |
| I have a lust for the Earth below, and Hell itself is my only foe |
| 'Cause I've no fear of dying, I'll go when I'm good and ready |
| I snatch a glimpse of the lights eternal rays, I see a tunnel I stand amazed |
| At all of the people standing there in front of me |
| Into the paths of rightness I'll be led, is this the place where the living join the dead |
| I wish I knew this was only just a nightmare |
| Heaven can wait, Heaven can wait |
| Heaven can wait, Heaven can wait |
| 'Till another day |
| Take my hand I'll lead you to the promised land |
| Take my hand I'll give you immortality |
| Eternal youth I'll take you to the other side |
| To see the truth, the path for you is decided |
| My body tingles I feel so strange, I feel so tired I feel so drained |
| And I'm wondering if I'll ever be the same again |
| Is this is in limbo or Heaven or Hell, maybe I'm going down there as well |
| I can't accept my soul will drift forever, I feel myself floating back down to Earth |
| So could this be the hour of my rebirth |
| Or have I died or will I wake from dreaming |
| Heaven can wait, Heaven can wait |
| Heaven can wait, Heaven can wait |
| 'Till another day |
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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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(Harris) |
| There goes the siren that warns of the air raid, then comes the sound of the guns sending flak |
| Out for the scramble we've got to get airborne, got to get up for the coming attack |
| Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines, remove all the wheel blocks there's no time to waste |
| Gathering speed as we head down the runway, gotta airborne before it's too late |
| Running, scrambling, flying |
| Rolling, turning, diving, going in again |
| Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die |
| Won't you run, live to fly, fly to live, aces high |
| Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers, let off a sharp burst and then turn away |
| Roll over spin round to come in behind them, move to their blindsides and firing again |
| Bandits at 8 o'clock move in behind us, ten ME-109's out of the sun |
| Ascending and turning our spitfires to face them, heading straight for them I press down my guns |
| Rolling, turning, diving |
| Rolling, turning, diving, going in again |
| Rolling, turning, diving |
| Rolling, turning, diving |
| Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die |
| Won't you run, live to fly, fly to live, aces high |
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(Smith/Dickinson) |
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As the sun breaks above the ground, an old man stands on the hill |
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As the ground warms to the first rays of light, a birdsong shatters the still |
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His eyes are ablaze, see the madman in his gaze |
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Fly on your way, like an eagle |
| Fly as high the sun |
| On your way like an eagle |
| Fly and touch the sun |
| Now the crowd breaks and a young boy appears, looks the old man in the eye |
| As he spreads his wings and shouts at the crowd, "in the name of God my father I fly" |
| His eyes seem so glazed, as he flies on the wings of a dream |
| Now he knows his father betrayed, now his wings turn to ashes to ashes his grave |
| Fly on your way, like an eagle |
| Fly as high as the sun |
| On your way like an eagle |
| Fly as high as the sun |
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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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(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 |
|
(Harris) |
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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 |
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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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(Harris/Di'anno) |
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You walk through the subway, his eyes burn a hole in your back |
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A footstep behind you, he lunges prepared for attack |
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Scream for mercy, he laughs as he's watching you bleed |
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Killer behind you, his blood lust defies all his needs |
| My innocent victims, are slaughtered with wrath and despise |
| The mocking religion of hatred, that burns in the night |
| I have no-one, am bound to destroy all this greed |
| A voice inside me, compelling to satisfy me |
| I can see, what a life's meant to be |
| You'll never know, how I came to foresee |
| My faith in believing is stronger, than lifelines and ties |
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The glimmer of metal, my moment is ready to strike |
| The death call arises, a scream breaks the still of the night |
| Another tomorrow, remember to walk in the light |
| I have found you, and now there is no place to run |
| Excitement shakes me, Oh God help me what have I done |
| Yeah I've done it again! |
| He walks through the subway, his eyes burn a hole through your back |
| A footstep behind you, he lunges prepared for attack |
| Scream for mercy, he laughs as he's watching you bleed |
| Killer behind you, his blood lust defies all his needs |
| Look out I'm coming for you! |
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(Harris) |
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I've been looking so long for you now, you won't get away from my grasp |
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You've been living so long in hiding, hiding behind that false mask |
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You know and I know that you ain't got that long to last |
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Your looks and your feelings are just the remains of your past |
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Standing in the wings there, you wait for the curtain to fall |
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Knowing the terror and holding you have on us all |
| I know that you're going to scratch me and maim me and maul |
| You know I'm helpless from your mesmerising cat call |
| Keep your distance walk away don't take his bait, don't you stray don't fade away |
| Watch your step he's out to get you come what may, Don't you stray from the narrow way |
| I'm running and hiding, in my dreams you're always there |
| You're the Phantom of the Opera, you're the devil you're just out to scare |
| You damaged my mind and my soul, it just floats through the air |
| You haunt me you taunt me, you torture me back at your lair |
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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 |
|
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 |
|
(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 |