| There’s no path to follow
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| There’s no path to follow
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| There’s a line in the sand
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| Put there by a man
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| By a man whose children built the castles made of stone
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| There’s a man in the sky
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| Giving reasons why
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| That line grows deeper like these shackles round our bones
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| Move on to my own
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| Here come battle scars
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| It’s the final charge
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| Here come battle scars
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| There’s a child born
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| To a land of scorn
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| Sneaks past the borders and the lords that hold his hand
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| He was led like a lamb
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| All part of the plan
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| This castle crumbles as he walks out of this land
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| Move on to my own
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| Here come battle scars
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| It’s the final charge
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| Here come battle scars
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| This is what we own
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| Here come battle scars
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| This is where we are
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| Here come battle scars
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| There’s no path to follow
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| There’s no path to follow
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| There’s no path to follow
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| Living for the reasons
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| Of the dead that moved to
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| Paper from their heads
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| Into my fingers
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| And my deadly view is
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| Strangled by the rent
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| I have no purpose in this land
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| Have I forgotten how to stand up
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| With the humor and the need
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| I’ve got to find a way to be
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| I just turn up the stereo
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| I can’t survive without the cold
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| This culture’s fallen off its feet
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| I’ve got to find a brand new beat
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| Beat (beat) beat
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| Beat (beat) beat
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| Beat (beat) beat
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| There’s a road ahead
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| 'tween the live and dead
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| Church bells are ringing like the panic in my head
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| Step, step, one by one
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| Walk into the setting sun
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| Water’s rising, rising fast
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| History catching up at last
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| Danger ahead, death behind
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| No one to follow but old man time
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| Time, time, take us back before the line was drawn
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| Before the sky turned black |