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Play with the bow at the bridge |
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Tune your voices to minor chords |
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This is the lowest we've ever been |
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Until we bend for the offering |
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We're giving a knee jerk response to the awe |
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We come strapped to the bed |
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On display from the duty of tour |
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Oh they picked up the signals |
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We tapped to the prisoners |
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Our sea legs were lost on the march |
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From the graves to the cross |
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We brandish the plague of the middleman's heart |
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Sing the rats through the gate |
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I was still in one piece |
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When they tied me to the back of the car |
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But I met the road and |
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I've slept |
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With thousands of miles since the day |
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I was born |
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Our shoes are milled to the sole |
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And our souls are skin and bones |
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If I'm but a stranger still |
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Just move the severed pieces around |
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So course is the world |
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We're going back and forth |
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And back and forth |
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Grinding our bodies into dust |
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We'll never make it home alive |
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We'll never make it home alive |
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We'll never make it home alive |
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Play with the bow at the bridge |
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All the girls by the enemy line |
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All the girls by the enemy line |
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Woe, such remarkable woe |
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Hold sight of him |
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Hold sight of him |
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Point him out |
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I was still in one piece |
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When they tied me to the back of the car |
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But I met the road and |
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I've slept |
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With thousands of miles since the day |
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I was born |
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Our shoes are milled to the sole |
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And our souls are skin and bone |
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If I'm but a stranger still |
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Just move the severed pieces around |
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So course is the world |
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We're going back and forth |
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And back and forth |
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Grinding our bodies into dust |
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War come with us home |
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War come with us home |
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War come with us home |
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War come with us home |