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(2006) |
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| The Reincarnation Of Benjamin Breeg | ||
| The Trooper | ||
| Run To The Hills |
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(Murray/Harris) |
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Let me tell you about my life |
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Let me tell you about my dreams |
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Let me tell you about the things that happen |
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Always real to me |
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Let me tell you of my hope |
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Of my need to reach the sky |
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Let me take you on an awkward journey |
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Let me tell you why |
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Let me tell you why |
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Why should these curses be laid upon me |
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I won't be forgiven 'till I can break free |
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What did I do to deserve all this guilt |
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Pay for my sins with the sale of my soul |
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Demons are trapped all inside of my head |
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My hopes are gone reach for heaven from hell |
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My sins are many my guilt is too heavy |
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The pressure of knowing of hiding what I know |
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I'm able to see things |
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Things I don't want to see |
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The lives of a thousand souls |
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Weigh heavy down on me |
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I know they're crying for help reaching out |
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The burden of them will take me down as well |
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The sin of a thousand souls not died in vain |
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Reincarnate still in me live again |
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Someone to save me |
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Something to save me from myself |
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To bring salvation |
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To exorcise this hell |
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Someone to save me |
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Something to save me from myself |
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To bring salvation |
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To exorcise this hell |
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Someone to save me |
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Something to save me from myself |
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A destination |
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Away from this nightmare |
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Someone to save me |
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Something to save me from myself |
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To bring salvation |
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To exorcise this hell |
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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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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 |