| Dry up the sea
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| With a word turn it all to desert sand
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| Turn all the lights out in the sky
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| Blot out all the stars
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| Make your presence unmistakable
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| And watch the devil flee
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| That old serpent that slipped through the cracks
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| Exiled back to the sea
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| So carry me to the foot of the throne room
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| Or hide me in the ground
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| So bring me the head of the beast
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| Or hide me in the ground
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| Wake up your hearts
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| The dead come to rise
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| No longer apart
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| Your bodies will rise
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| Let all those who dwelt in dust
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| Be born in the light of the guilt you crush
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| The Earth resonates with your voice
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| Shaking the woodwork
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| WIth one swing the pride of a hopeless nation will fall down
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| Bring me the head of the beast
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| Or hide me in the ground
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| Wake up your hearts
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| The dead come to rise
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| No longer apart
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| Your bodies will rise
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| Let all those who dwelt in dust
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| Be born in the light of the guilt you crush
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| When we meet face to face
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| The world and the depths will separate
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| So bring me the head of the beast
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| Or hide me in the ground
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| Bury me
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| I’d rather die than just sit back and watch you hurt
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| Tired brothers, loving sisters
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| To all those who have had enough;
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| Your fight isn’t over, you’re going to press on
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| To a loveless generation
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| Born to be an impending resurgence:
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| Let all those who dwelt in dust
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| Be born in the light of the guilt you crush |