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(2004) |
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| No More Lies | ||
| Paschendale (orchestral version) | ||
| Journeyman (electric version) |
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(Harris) |
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There's a darkened sky before me |
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There's no time to prepare |
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Salvage a last horizon |
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But no regrets from me |
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Maybe I'll be back some other day |
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To live again just who can say |
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In what shape or form that I might be |
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Just another chance for me |
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A hurried time no disgrace |
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Instead of racing to conclusion |
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And wishing all my life away |
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No-one can stop me now |
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Time is up it couldn't last |
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But there's more things I'd like to do |
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I'm coming back to try again |
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Someday maybe I'll wait till then |
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No more lies...No more lies... |
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No more lies...No more lies... |
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No more lies...No more lies... |
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No more lies...No more lies... |
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They're all sitting at my table |
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Talking tall and drinking wine |
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Their time is up just like me |
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But they just don't know it yet |
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So just a word of warning |
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When you're in your deepest dreams |
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There's nothing you can hide from |
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I've got my eye on you |
| The clock is fast the hour is near |
| Eventful past is ever clear |
| My life is set the time is here |
| I think I'm coming home |
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No more lies...No more lies... |
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No more lies...No more lies... |
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No more lies...No more lies... |
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No more lies...No more lies... |
| A hurried time no disgrace |
| Instead of racing to conclusions |
| And wishing all your life away |
| No-one can stop me now |
| Time is up it couldn't last |
| But there's more things I have to do |
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I'm coming back to try again |
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Don't tell me that this is the end |
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No more lies...No more lies... |
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No more lies...No more lies... |
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No more lies...No more lies... |
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No more lies...No more lies... |
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No more lies...No more lies... |
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No more lies... |
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(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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(Smith/Harris/Dickinson) |
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From the red sky of the east |
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To the sunset in the west |
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We have cheated death |
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And he has cheated us |
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But that was just a dream |
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And this is what it means |
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We are sleeping |
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And we'll dream for evermore |
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And the fragment remains of our memories |
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And the shadows we made with our hands |
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Deep grey came to mourn |
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All the colours of the dawn |
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Will this journeyman's day be his last? |
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I know what I want |
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And I say what I want |
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And no one can take it away |
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I know what I want |
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And I say what I want |
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And no one can take it away |
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I know what I want |
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And I say what I want |
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And no one can take it away |
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I know what I want |
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And I say what I want |
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And no one can take it away |
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But the memory still remains |
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All the past years not so strange |
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Our winter times are like a silent shroud |
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And the heartbeat of the day |
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Drives the mist away |
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And winter's not the only dream around |
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In your life you may choose desolation |
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And the shadows you build with your hands |
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If you turn to the light |
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That is burning in the night |
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Then the journeyman's day has begun |
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I know what I want |
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And I say what I want |
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And no one can take it away |
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I know what I want |
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And I say what I want |
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And no one can take it away |
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I know what I want |
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And I say what I want |
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And no one can take it away |
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I know what I want |
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And I say what I want |
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And no one can take it away |
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In your life you may choose desolation |
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And the shadows you build with your hands |
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If you turn to the light |
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That is burning in the night |
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Then the journeyman's day has begun |
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I know what I want |
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And I say what I want |
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And no one can take it away |
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I know what I want |
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And I say what I want |
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And no one can take it away |
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I know what I want |
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And I say what I want |
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And no one can take it away |
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I know what I want |
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And I say what I want |
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And no one can take it away |