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It's not enough |
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I've given up |
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They're wielding guns |
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We've been taken over |
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Uncetain hooves |
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Let instinct choose |
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Their every move to leave |
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Us cornered |
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I know it's true |
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Our sweat and blood |
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And armoured skirts crimson |
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Story book pretty soldiers |
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As we grow up |
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There's nothing left |
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Bow and arrow in hand |
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Stand up, follow orders. |
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How cruel have we become |
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To know what we have done |
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Tomorrow, another one, "Dear, |
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you're not here." |
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We watched them leave |
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Leave our homes |
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Forgettable |
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We embrace steel and now we know |
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That we have control. |
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Orient maid, free our souls |
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(Feel the drums and they hum so loud |
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Shooting guns from a one man crowd) |
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Geisha of Blades, wise and cold |
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(No fun and no love and not proud |
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What they've done to a lover's home town) |
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How cruel have I become |
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To know what I've done |
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Tomorrow, another one, "Dear, |
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you're not here." |
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And how we feel, no one can know - (Identical) |
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Our virtues close and personal |
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So we have control. |
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Sister of Blades, take my soul |
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(Feel the drums and they hum so loud |
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Shooting guns from a one man crowd) |
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Release my pain, one handed blow |
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(No fun and no love and not proud |
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What they've done to a lover's home town) |
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I'll be your leader to the other side |
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Now we ride, inclined, to die - |
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Women like us, I've come to find |
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Are seldom blind to life's many horrors |
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In strength they trust, and keep in mind |
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The people lost and left behind |
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Orient maid, free our souls |
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(Feel the drums and they hum so loud |
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Shooting guns from a one man crowd) |
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Geisha of Blades, wise and cold |
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(No fun and no love and not proud |
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What they've done to a lover's home town) |
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Sister of Blades, take my soul |
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(Feel the drums and they hum so loud |
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Shooting guns from a one man crowd) |
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Release my pain, one handed blow |
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(No fun and no love and not proud |
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What they've done to a lover's home town) |
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It's just a game, not a war |
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(Feel the drums and they hum so loud |
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Shooting guns from a one man crowd) |
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We cannot gain as we lose more |
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(No fun and no love and not proud |
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What they've done to a lover's home town) |
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