| Sing, sing, sing a song, sing...
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| Sing, sing, while alive ...
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| Under the black, swollen with fear, torn sky of war,
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| We crawl, panting. |
| And a chopping block at every wall.
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| We crawl, panting. |
| And a chopping block at every wall.
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| The earth, like clothes, decays, but the skin of the soul grows stronger.
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| And only one consolation, you were not killed yesterday.
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| And only one consolation, you were not killed yesterday.
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| Sing, sing, sing a song, sing...
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| Sing, sing, while alive ...
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| Smooth as a needle, the sunset is rolling.
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| Falling back towards sunrise.
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| A new day will come, life will take its toll,
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| Better than life is only freedom.
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| [Who tore the whole world, who are you, ...
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| Then you charged the deck.]
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| Sing, sing, sing a song, sing...
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| Sing, sing, while alive ...
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| Trampled by mud and crumpled, all the sheets of our victories,
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| The scars on us are like patches, and each one is gray from youth.
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| The scars on us are like patches, and each one is gray from youth.
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| Here everyone seems to be playing, the game is paid for with blood.
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| And only one consolation, you were not killed yesterday.
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| And only one consolation, you were not killed yesterday.
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| Sing, sing, sing a song, sing...
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| Sing, sing, while alive ... |