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[ti:Young Men Dead] |
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[ar:The Black Angels] |
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Fire for the hills pick up your feet and lets go. |
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Head for the hills pick up steel on your way. |
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And when you find a piece of them in your site |
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Fire at will, dont you waste no time. |
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Another thought of the unaware,addiction in disguise. |
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With a drop of blood,you will take them out, for me. |
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Fire from the hills pick up speed and lets go. |
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Fire for real, yeah shoot to kill with no aim. |
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Head for the hills yes eyes on the camp fire glow. |
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Creep up there like a white mink hiding n snow. |
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And outta black a figure forms a soldier in the sky. |
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With a drop of love,trying to set you free. |
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Run for the hills, pick up your feet and lets go. |
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We did our jobs, pick up speed now lets move. |
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The trees cant grow without the sun in their eyes. |
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And we can't live if we're too afriad to die. |
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Hold on tight, yes hold on tight you're too slow. |
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Fire at the breeze that blows these thoughts through our mind. |
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Hire only thieves to steal the thoughts from our heads. |
