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This is a call to arms, so grab your guns and get your horses. |
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Only the dead have seen the end of this fight. |
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This is a call to arms, |
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so all you fallen soldiers sing with me: death or glory. |
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So march with me if you believe there's any hope for us. |
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I've been hiding in there trenches for far too long. |
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All is fair in love and war or so they tell me. |
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All is fair in love and war or so they say. |
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Come on, come on, there has to be a better way. |
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Get up, get up, let's leave this mess. |
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I know a place that we can get away from all of this. |
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I've been dreaming of us leaving |
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everything and everyone we've ever known. |
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I've been thinking all these visions must be a sign, |
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so hold on and don't let go. |
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No, we can't leave till you tell me everything. |
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So come clean, don't talk in tongues. |
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It's time to bring out your dead. |
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And the skeletons that you've been hiding. |
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Tell me everything I need to know. |
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Bring out your dead. |
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I couldn't see a thing till I shut my eyes. |
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I never knew a thing till I lost my mind. |
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I would sell my soul to know it all, |
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but I held the keys all this time. |
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Bring out your dead. |