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You have drug me into the midst of this holy war |
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Does your religion say I will stay calm and still |
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Like a lamb before a slaughter storm? |
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You booked me a first class seat on a suicide mission |
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With hate in my eyes, I have only one decision |
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I know it's about to end |
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I know now, I know now its all over |
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And this is my last phone call |
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And you know I love you all |
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This is my last fight; |
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And I will see you all in the next life |
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Then we clanned-up, |
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Weapons ready, don't be too abrupt |
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Then we all rushed the front |
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Wait until the right minute |
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Stick your blade in and spin it |
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Hand to hand primitive |
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Making you bleed is not tentative |
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They will always remember my name |
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You have drug me into the midst of this holy war |
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Does your religion say I will stay calm and still |
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Like a lamb before a slaughter storm? |
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You booked me a first class seat on a suicide mission |
