| Wherever you are
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| You will live on in my memory
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| Whoever you are
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| Your immortality haunts me
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| Perspiration on his brow
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| Can you see the early warning
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| Nothing now can stop the man
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| That believes it is his calling
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| Crowds of people stand around
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| But no one seems to notice
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| Come the time to detonate
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| All the world will focus
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| So where is your god right now
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| While you’re dying in the street
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| And do the dead have a choice
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| Which maker will they meet
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| Bow down, people bow down
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| To your immortal memory
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| Your faith is just a bloodstain on the ground
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| Of your immortal memory
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| You justify your reasons to die
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| For your immortal memory
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| But the blood spilt in your name will never dry
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| On your immortal memory
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| Martyrs fuel the pious prayers
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| That claim to save his nation
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| But the moral code is lock and load
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| And self gratification
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| Those he dies for die beside him
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| His will became their grief
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| Survivors run like refugees
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| From this war of blind belief
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| So what of your people now
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| As they lie dead in the street
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| Too late to realize
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| That there weas no one to meet
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| Bow down, people bow down
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| To your immortal memory
|
| Your faith is just a bloodstain on the ground
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| Of your immortal memory
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| You justify your reasons to die
|
| For your immortal memory
|
| But the blood spilt in your name will never dry
|
| On your immortal memory
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| Bow down, people bow down
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| To your immortal memory
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| Bow down, people bow down
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| Of your immortal memory
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| Bow down, people bow down
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| For your immortal memory
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| Now you pray to the god, you never found
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| Your immortal memory
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| Wherever you are
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| You will live on in my memory |