| And we are running down the railtracks
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| Trying to find out where we have been
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| Following the bloodstains
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| Along the streets of sin
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| Vendetta
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| Soldier, are those decisions your own?
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| Do you dare to ask where the fathers lie?
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| Do you know for what they died?
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| Was it for liberty
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| For freedom
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| Money or power?
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| Tear off your blindfold!
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| And we are running down the railtracks
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| Trying to find out where we have been
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| Following the bloodstains
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| Along the streets of sin
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| When the echo of their cries
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| Piercing your marrow and bone
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| Oh bella, horrida bella
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| And I swear black and blue
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| I’ll give it all to revenge you
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| To end these horrid wars
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| To end these horrid wars
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| To end these horrid wars
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| To end this
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| I smell the smoke coming up
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| See the flames getting bigger
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| I give it all now
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| This is the signal!
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| Oh bella, horrida bella
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| And we are running down the railtracks
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| Trying to find out where we have been
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| Following the bloodstains
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| Along the streets of sin
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| And we hold our heads up high
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| Wear our battle scars with pride
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| This is the signal!
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| That we’re not giving in
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| I’m sick of those who make up reasons for us to die in their fights
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| The old men clench us tight and yet let us fall
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| We care for — we care for us!
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| On the way up I shoot salutes in the air
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| To honor our fallen
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| To honor you
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| And we are running down the railtracks
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| Trying to find out where we have been
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| Following the bloodstains
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| Along the streets of sin
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| And we hold our heads up high
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| Wear our battle scars with pride
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| This is the signal!
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| That we’re not giving in |