| The stars danced a waltz in the sky,
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| Sending off a month to the war.
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| And not tearing off drunken eyes,
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| The moon howled out of grief at the moon...
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| I'll be back, you bastard, I'll be back
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| Through the fight, through one, another.
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| I will find, you bastard, I will find
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| Everyone who was, you bastard, was with you...
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| And to the pain he loved the sky,
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| Breaking the stars in half.
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| And the stars screamed from love,
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| And he yelled out of hatred...
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| I'll be back, you bastard, I'll be back
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| Through the fight, through one, another.
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| I will find, you bastard, I will find
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| Everyone who was, you bastard, was with you...
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| And to the pain he loved the sky,
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| Breaking the stars in half.
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| And the stars screamed from love,
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| And he yelled out of hatred...
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| I'll be back, you bastard, I'll be back
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| Through the fight, through one, another.
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| I will find, you bastard, I will find
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| Everyone who was, you bastard, was with you... |