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Climb back up on the dead horse, make it gallop again |
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Can't afford to lay idle, we'll get rest in the grave |
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Eyes full of dust, ears full of noise |
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We can dance 'til the sunrise |
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When the empire is dead |
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When everything is silent we can be ourselves |
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When everything is silent, silent |
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Meet the standards with guts out |
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Punch myself into sleep |
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We can stop making plans for, plans for life and beyond |
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Eyes full of dust, ears full of noise |
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We can dance 'til the sunrise when the empire is dead |
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When everything is silent we can be ourselves |
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When everything is silent, silent |
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Have we gone insane, have we gone insane? |
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When everything is silent, we can be ourselves |
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We're the bright eyed sons of the New Rome rising |
