| something out there in space, i saw it
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| fleeing right between the stars
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| then i saw her grace between the dust
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| i won’t forget her name, they call her
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| freedom, she’s not built to last
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| now she’s gone anyway,
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| god bless us all
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| lying above the plate i’ll keep
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| my head down and wait for the cut
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| somebody wants to play
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| wielding his axe
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| dying another day
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| it makes no difference
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| as long as you burn
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| going with a blaze,
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| it seems so cool
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| it’s the story of vicious men
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| who left their sons behind
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| for shades of gold
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| won’t tell you «l'm sorry»,
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| it’s not so bad
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| if you learn to sleep
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| with your remorse
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| when she will come to reclaim
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| all our money
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| we will give her our blood
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| if we have to pay
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| she will come to reclaim
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| all the money we killed fo
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| think about brother lou
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| he had a daughter, he sold her too
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| her legs were made of wood,
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| now she is gone for good
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| l’m telling you the truth, it’s not
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| a treason, just follow the rules
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| precious stones and jewels
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| to fix this gloom
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| it’s the story of vicious men
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| who left their sons behind
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| for shades of gold
|
| won’t tell you «l'm sorry»,
|
| it’s not so bad
|
| if you learn to sleep
|
| with your remorse
|
| when she will come to reclaim
|
| all our money
|
| we will give her our blood
|
| if we have to pay
|
| she will come to reclaim
|
| all the money we killed fo
|
| it’s the story of vicious men
|
| who left their sons behind
|
| for shades of gold
|
| won’t tell you «l'm sorry»,
|
| it’s not so bad
|
| if you learn to sleep
|
| with your remorse
|
| when she will come to reclaim
|
| all our money
|
| we will give her our blood
|
| if we have to pay
|
| she will come to reclaim
|
| all the money we killed fo
|
| it’s the story of vicious men
|
| who left their sons behind
|
| for shades of gold
|
| won’t tell you «l'm sorry»,
|
| it’s not so bad
|
| if you learn to sleep
|
| with your remorse
|
| when she will come to reclaim
|
| all our money
|
| we will give her our blood
|
| if we have to pay
|
| she will come to reclaim
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| all the money we killed fo |