| What you have in front of you is the mother of all wars
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| It will be fought like none before
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| I’m sorry to inform you there’s a chance you may survive
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| Though most never make it out alive
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| What we have is a battle that must be won at all cost
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| Without a victory all is lost
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| No we cannot help those down the path that they have chose
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| Just lay upon their grave a bloody dead red rose
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| All she ever wanted was to hear the angels sing
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| Thus begins the story of our little broken wing
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| Would you take it upon yourself to kneel down and pray
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| For the Lord’s little angel that has lost her way
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| For the needle and the drug left her with hell to pay
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| Waiting on the rain to come and wash her sins away
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| The mountain in front of you with it’s climb so breath taking
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| Yet the fall can leave your heart breaking
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| It’s right there in front of you all you have to do is grab it
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| Yet it’s so hard to break a force of habit
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| Though the daunting task at hand is one that none would want to take
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| You see you must act now for your life’s sake
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| Though we cannot help those down the path that they have chose
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| Just lay upon their grave a bloody dead red rose
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| All she ever wanted was to hear the angels sing
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| Thus begins the story of our little broken wing
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| Would you take it upon yourself to kneel down and pray
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| For the Lord’s little angel that has lost her way
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| For the needle and the drug left her with hell to pay
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| Waiting on the rain to come and wash her sins away
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| Down down down
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| Down down down
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| Down down down
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| Angel fall…
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| All she ever wanted was to hear the angels sing
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| Thus begins the story of our little broken wing
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| Would you take it upon yourself to kneel down and pray
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| For the Lord’s little angel that has lost her way
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| For the needle and the drug left her with hell to pay
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| Waiting on the rain to come and wash her sins away |