| Of all the empires left to sing about
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| You’re on your way now, there can be no doubt
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| With the vampires, and the nobodies
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| You wander round
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| Don’t know who you are
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| Underground
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| We’ll leave em something they can talk about when it’s over,
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| Time, it ain’t over when it’s over
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| Time, it ain’t over
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| Treading landmines
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| Getting knocked about
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| All your allies have started thinning out
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| And you can’t hide, getting older
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| You wander round
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| People come and go
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| You run aground like everyone you know
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| All the vampires, please leave
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| We’ll leave em something they can talk about when it’s over
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| Time, it ain’t over when it’s over
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| Time, it ain’t over when it’s over
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| Time, it ain’t over when it’s over
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| Time, it ain’t over
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| You’re on your way now, there can be no doubt
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| We’ll leave em something they can talk about
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| Time, it ain’t over when it’s over
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| Time, it ain’t over when it’s over
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| Time, it ain’t over when it’s over
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| Time, it ain’t over |