| Here we stand in the shadows
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| With the ghosts been and gone
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| And the night that surrounds us
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| Gives away to breaking dawn
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| If we live, we live standing
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| Side by side and heart to heart
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| The lines have been drawn
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| The cry has rung out
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| Long before the wretched
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| Writing on the wall
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| Nobody was listening
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| Nobody could hear our call
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| Living in the fringes
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| Seemed our best defence
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| Balking at the battle
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| Once before but never again
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| So we march over mountains
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| Knowing not what lies ahead
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| With the hope of a future
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| We brace ourselves for the end
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| But if we make it to old age
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| We’ll strip our sleeves and show our scars
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| Let these wounds speak of our prize
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| Long before the wretched
|
| Writing on the wall
|
| Nobody was listening
|
| Nobody could hear our call
|
| Living in the fringes
|
| Seemed our best defence
|
| Balking at the battle
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| Once before but not again
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| Maybe they are millions
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| With more to call upon
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| We can be an army
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| We can take the whole world on
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| Not for god or glory
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| Or riches in the sun
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| Just to live forever
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| Always pushing upwards and on
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| Drawn in to battle test’s the fate of the few
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| Drawn in to battle we’re an army of two
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| With too much to lose
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| Long before the wretched
|
| Writing on the wall
|
| Nobody was listening
|
| Nobody could hear our call
|
| Living in the fringes
|
| Seemed our best defence
|
| Balking at the battle
|
| Once before but not again
|
| Maybe they are millions
|
| With more to call upon
|
| We could be an army
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| Take the fuckin' whole lot on
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| Not for god or glory
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| Or riches in the sun
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| Just to live forever
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| Always pushing upwards and on
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| To victory!
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| Victory!
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| Victory! |