| The seeds of mistrust have been sown
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| A price to pay we should have known
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| That at the end of days, we all ride alone
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| Count your blessings, send a prayer to the skies
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| But after all is said and done, one of us will die
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| Cry to the angels for a single ray of light
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| But prayers and good fortune
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| Won’t save you on this night
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| From the break of day
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| To the crack of dawn
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| I’ll meet you down below
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| At Daggers Drawn
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| We come to deal the final blow
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| And blessed blades are all we know
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| And at the end of day, one will have to pay
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| Count your blessings, send a prayer to the skies
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| But after all is said and done, one of us will die
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| Cry to the angels for a single ray of light
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| But prayers and good fortune
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| Won’t save you on this night
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| From the break of day
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| To the crack of dawn
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| I’ll meet you at high noon
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| At Daggers Drawn
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| Count your blessings, as your truth becomes a lie
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| Cause after all is said and done, you will have to die
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| Cry to the angels for a single ray of light
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| But prayers and good fortune
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| Won’t save you on this night
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| From the break of day
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| To the crack of dawn
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| I’ll meet you down below
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| At Daggers Drawn |