| Now I know now I know
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| That you’re coming with your guns ablazing
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| There’s nowhere to go In the end it’s gonna be hell your facing
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| No, no…
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| 1944, surrounded by Fritz somewhere in France
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| I’m locked and loaded with the devil in my hands
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| I think of my wife and unborn child
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| It starts inside, it’s something wild
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| Now now you’re you’re thinking thinking like a dying man
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| Who would question this world
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| Now now you’re you’re thinking thinking like a dying man
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| Just before the storm
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| I asked God what is life and why are we born?
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| He didn’t say a thing
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| To hell with peace I’m coming out blasting
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| Now I know now I know
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| That you’re coming with your guns a blazing
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| There’s nowhere to go In the end it’s gonna be hell your facing
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| I can hear German voices
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| Coming through the fog
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| This is it This is it, this is my last stand
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| One clip left and a sharp bayonet
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| I think of my wife and unborn child
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| It starts inside it’s something wild
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| Now now you’re you’re thinking thinking like a dying man
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| Who would question this world
|
| Now now you’re you’re thinking thinking like a dying man
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| Just before the storm
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| I asked God what is life and why are we born?
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| He didn’t say a thing
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| To hell with peace I’m coming out blasting
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| Now I know now I know
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| That you’re coming with your guns ablazing
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| There’s nowhere to go In the end it’s gonna be hell your facing |