| 1845 — until the fires die
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| All our hopes and our dreams are a far cry
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| 1845 — until the hate dies
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| All the sticks and the stones and the names fly
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| 1845 — look into my eyes
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| You wanna burn with the rest be my guest — die
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| 1845 — under a dark cloud
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| You wanna walk in the past
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| Is it black enough now?
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| Let’s take another ride
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| Let’s take another ride
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| Let’s take another ride
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| Let’s take another ride
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| No more, I see no reason to die,
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| Not for a dream, not for a lie,
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| Not for a queen, not for a king
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| Not for the words in the song that you sing,
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| The way we live, the way we die,
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| The way it is — hold your head up The way we live, the way we die,
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| Let’s take another ride
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| Let’s take another ride
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| Let’s take another ride
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| Let’s take another ride
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| No more, I see no reason to die,
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| Not for a flag, not for a high,
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| Not for a god, not for a book,
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| Not for the world and the way it should look
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| The way we live, they way we die,
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| The way it is — hold your head up The way we live, the way we die,
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| The way it is — hold your head up Until the fires die — A million dead
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| Until the fires die — A million dead
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| Until the fires die — A million dead
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| Until the fires die — A million dead
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| Is it black enough now? |
| — 1845!
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| Is it black enough now? |
| — 1845!
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| Is it black enough now? |
| — 1845!
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| Is it black enough now? |
| — 1845! |