| Maybe you’ll see me on the evening news
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| Maybe you’ll see me with a bag over my head
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| If that’s the case, then I’ve met my doom
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| If that’s the case, then my comrades are dead
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| And I don’t hate my enemy
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| I hate the cloud he’s brought over my land
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| There’s no virtue in killing a man
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| Neither is there virtue in being afraid to stand
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| But I saw the black coats forming lines
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| They hit our beaches running
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| We’re on our knees but not to pray
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| You’re the only reason I stay
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| In this coward’s melee
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| I’d rather die than live without mercy and love
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| Sing while the city decays
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| We’d rather go up in flames
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| Lest we betray the names of dignity and love
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| You can’t change the course, our fate’s sealed long ago
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| But hope is not lost
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| Code name Corbeau
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| We trade their secrets at cost for our lives
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| The panzer is strong, the raven is wise
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| I tune my ears to the BBC
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| I can hear them, they can’t hear me
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| I long to forget all the horrors I’ve seen
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| I live like a ghost
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| I’ll die with the free
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| Traitors and turncoats turned aside
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| Traitors loose lips sink, sh!
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| They’re on their knees but just to beg
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| You’re the only reason I stay
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| In this coward’s melee
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| I’d rather die than live without mercy and love
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| Sing while the city decays
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| We’d rather go up in flames
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| Lest we betray the names of dignity and love
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| Inside the fuselage
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| Valiant young soldiers singing songs
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| «Fear not my downcast brothers
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| We are the strong arm of the law
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| By land and air and sea
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| On wings of destiny we ride»
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| Sing while the city decays
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| Sing while we go up in flames
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| You’re the only reason I stay
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| In this coward’s melee
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| I’d rather die than live without mercy and love
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| Sing while the city decays
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| We’d rather go up in flames
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| Lest we betray the names of dignity and love
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| I’m on your side until my body drains of blood
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| Lest we betray the names of dignity and love
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| I’m on your side until my body drains of blood |