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the cause has been lost, but the war has been won |
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the lion is resting, in the heat of the sun |
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the numbers are speaking, of symbols to be |
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the flowers have wilted, for you and for me |
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i will be there, i will be there |
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i will be there, even after the war has been won |
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the serpent is rising, in the circle of flesh |
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we rise and we perish, for the things we detest |
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my love for cumpassion, is lost in my veins |
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the fires in heaven, are burning again |
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i will be there, i will be there |
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i will be there, even after the flowers are gone |
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the soldier is pleading, to be warmed by the sun |
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first i make you my whore, then i make you my son |
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the daughters of europe, they love me in vain |
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our conscience is clear, in pleasures of pain |
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i will be there, i will be there |
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i will be there, even after the war has been won |
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i will be there, i will be there |
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i will be there, even after the flowers are gone |
