| Can you hear the war-cry?
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| The adrenaline bursts through the riverbanks
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| Welcome to the skirmish (I can’t feel my legs!)
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| Give me morphine, give me morphine
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| Give me more!
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| No doubt
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| This is a tragedy for all
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| But it ain’t over yet
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| Head’s up and thank fuck you’re still alive
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| Still air in my lungs, still blood in my veins
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| We’re part of the last garrison
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| Still alive
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| Still air in my lungs, still blood in my veins
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| We’re part of the last garrison
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| I wanna lie here and soak up the sun
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| But do not alight here, you cannot outrun
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| «This could be the end,» he said, «the end, my child»
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| So I made good use of my face and I smiled
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| Can you hear the war-cry?
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| The epinephrine ploughs through the barriers
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| Welcome to the skirmish (I can’t feel my arms!)
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| Give me opium, give me opium
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| Give me hope!
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| No doubt
|
| This is a tragedy for all
|
| But it ain’t over yet
|
| Head’s up and thank fuck you’re still alive
|
| Still air in my lungs, still blood in my veins
|
| We’re part of the last garrison
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| Still alive
|
| Still air in my lungs, still blood in my veins
|
| We’re part of the last garrison
|
| I wanna lie here and soak up the sun
|
| But do not alight here, you cannot outrun
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| «This could be the end,» he said, «the end, my child»
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| So I made good use of my face and I smiled
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| Let’s toast to the fact we got this far
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| Let’s toast to the fact we got this far
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| The adrenaline bursts through the riverbanks
|
| Welcome to the skirmish
|
| The epinephrine plows through the barriers
|
| Welcome to the skirmish
|
| The adrenaline bursts through the riverbanks
|
| Welcome to the skirmish
|
| Head’s up and thank fuck you’re still alive
|
| Still air in my lungs, still blood in my veins
|
| We’re part of the last garrison
|
| Still alive
|
| Still air in my lungs, still blood in my veins
|
| We’re part of the last garrison
|
| Head’s up and thank fuck you’re still alive
|
| Still air in my lungs, still blood in my veins
|
| We’re part of the last garrison
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| You’re still alive
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| Still air in my lungs, still blood in my veins
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| We’re part of the last garrison
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| Yeah, you’re still alive |