| Burning down all the bridges
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| Leaving all the past behind
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| Heading for a new horizon
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| The promised land to find
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| Hope in our hearts
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| 'cause the promised land is coming
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| Agony from the start
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| But a light is shining through
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| Into the west, countless lonely graves
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| Flanking our ways on the trail of no return
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| Into the west, we cut off the past
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| It’s «death or glory» at last
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| Into the west
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| We join the mighty trail
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| Just straight into the west
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| It’s a ride of deprivation
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| Putting us to the test
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| Wild rain and cholera
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| No water, deadly too
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| Wide plains and starvation
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| Is what we are going through
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| After all this pain and loss
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| Destination right at hand
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| Too many lonely graves
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| But we found the promised land |