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No color on this face of death |
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No shadow falls on his last breath |
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What are we fighting for? |
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No more devotion in his eyes |
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No longing moments, no more goodbyes |
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What are we fighting for? |
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Too many lives in one place |
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Too many souls lay here to waste |
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What are we fighting for? |
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Send a signal from above |
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Is there life, is there love? |
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What do you see? |
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Is there hope, is there air no more despair |
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When will we be free? |
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The man I lived for all this life |
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Now dies in front of my own eyes |
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What are we fighting for? |
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The memories of a crippled fool |
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No legacy but life's so cruel |
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What are we fighting for? |
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Too many lives in one place |
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Too many souls lay here to waste |
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What are we fighting for? |
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Send a signal from above |
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Is there life ,is there love? |
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What do you see? |
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Is there hope, is there air no more despair |
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When will we be free? |
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Once I had this final plan |
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Now I don't know where to stand |
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What will be, will be? |
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Draw to this final line |
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As blood runs through my wind |
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So much more to see |
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The memories all fade away |
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Of an afterlife |