| This is a Call to arms, So grab your guns and get your horses.
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| Only the dead have seen the end of this fight.
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| This is a Call to arms, so all you fallen soldiers sing with me:
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| Death or Glory. |
| So march with me if you believe there's any hope for us.
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| I've been hiding in these trenches for far too long.
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| All is fair in love and war or so they say.
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| Come on, come on, there has to be a better way.
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| Get up, get up, let's leave this mess.
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| I know a place that we can get away from all of this.
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| I've been dreaming of us leaving everything and everyone we've ever known.
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| I've been thinking all these visions must be a sign, so hold on and don't let go.
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| No, we can't leave till you tell me everything.
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| So come clean, don't talk in tongues.
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| It's time to bring out your dead.
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| And the skeletons that you've been hiding.
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| Tell me everything I need to know.
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| Bring out your dead.
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| I couldn't see a thing till I shut my eyes.
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| I never knew a thing till I lost my mind.
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| I would sell my soul to know it all, But I held the keys all this time.
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| Bring out your dead. |