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I see the vultures over head (over head) |
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They're circling for the waking dead (waking dead) |
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Walking the line |
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Mile after mile |
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Seems so much further than |
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I ever thought |
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Have I lost my way? |
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So I stand at the gates, |
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Screaming "I am not afraid" |
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But there's, no-one listening to me. |
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Oh I know |
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I'm to blame |
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For my hands amongst the flames |
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I just want to feel alive |
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As I stumble down this unlit road (unlit road) |
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My legs buckle underneath the load (the load) |
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Oh it twists and turns, my muscles burn |
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I keep on going to stop me from thinking |
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That I've lost my way |
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So I stand at the gates, |
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Screaming "I am not afraid" |
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But there's, no-one listening to me. |
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Oh I know |
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I'm to blame |
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For my hands amongst the flames |
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I just want to feel alive |
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March on, march on |
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Until I'm at the gates |
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March on, march on |
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So I stand at the gates, |
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Screaming "I am not afraid" |
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But there's, no-one listening to me. |
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Oh I know |
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I'm to blame |
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For my hands amongst the flames |
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I just want to feel alive (I feel alive) |
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March on, march on (I feel alive) |
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March on, march on (I feel alive) |
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March on, march on (I feel alive) |
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March on, march on |
