It will exist, in every port it will flutter
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The old flag of life
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Will light, every beacon will light
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A glimmer of hope
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And if it will come, it will be when you least expect it
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Where no one imagines
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It will demolish all vain certainty
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There will be no stone left unturned
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In the meantime, it doesn't hurt to insist
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In the question of desire, do not let it extinguish
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Challenging, once and for all, the notion
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In which it is believed that hell is here
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will exist
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And every race will then experience
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For all evil, the cure
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It will exist, in every port it will flutter
|
The old flag of life, life
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Will light, every beacon will light
|
A glimmer of hope
|
And if it will come, it will be when you least expect it
|
Where no one imagines
|
It will demolish all vain certainty
|
There will be no stone left unturned
|
In the meantime, it doesn't hurt to insist
|
In the question of desire, do not let it extinguish
|
Challenging, once and for all, the notion
|
In which it is believed that hell is here
|
will exist
|
And every race will then experience
|
For all evil, the cure, the cure
|
In the meantime, it doesn't hurt to insist
|
In the question of desire, do not let it extinguish
|
Challenging, once and for all, the notion
|
In which it is believed that hell is here
|
will exist
|
And every race will then experience
|
For all evil, the cure |