| Are we alone are we forgotten?
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| Are we the listening?
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| Though we set sail across the ocean
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| Is our freedom just a dream?
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| Etched in a stone across the sea
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| They’ve marked the grave that waits for me
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| And there I’ll lay when I’m carried home
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| For few alive return from where we go
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| A heart and two names etched in a tree
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| Marked by the girl that waits for me
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| But we ride to war where many fall
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| To memories, and all the while we’re singing
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| Are we alone are we forgotten?
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| Are we the listening?
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| Though we set sail across the ocean
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| Is our freedom just a dream?
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| A thousand prayers I’ve prayed tonight
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| Through this haunting mist that veils the sky
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| I hear a vampire scream as they wait for us
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| Will we be turned, will blood become our lust
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| A witch in a cave has cursed this ground
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| Here men turn to wolves when the sun goes down
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| Our lives are war and many fall
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| To memories, and all the while we’re singing
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| Are we alone are we forgotten?
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| Are we the listening?
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| Though we set sail across the ocean
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| Is our freedom just a dream? |