| A faint shimmering
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| The blaze of a dying star
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| Rays glimmering
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| Flares flash and glare from afar
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| The tiniest flicker on the edge of the sky
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| Supernovas collapse in the blink of an eye
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| The many will call on the deeds of the few
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| We will see this burden through
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| But if we find our way back home again
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| Is there something left to save?
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| What if we find ourselves alone again?
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| Is there something left to save?
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| This trust will not be torn apart
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| Control the violence in your hearts
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| We gave our lives to Normandy
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| We’ve been breaking ground
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| We fought for the weak and the lost
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| They won’t break us down
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| We’ll hold the line, whatever the cost
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| The heart of the universe is blackened and cursed
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| Our history’s a blister that’s about to be burst
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| There is so little hope on this path we pursue
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| But we will see this burden through
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| And if we find our way back home again
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| Is there something left to save?
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| What if we find ourselves alone again?
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| Is there something left to save?
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| This trust will not be torn apart
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| Control the violence in your hearts
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| We gave our lives to Normandy
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| We gave our lives to Normandy…
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| And if we find our way back home again
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| Is there something left to save?
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| What if we find ourselves alone again?
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| Is there something left to save?
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| This trust will not be torn apart
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| Control the violence in your hearts
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| We gave our lives to Normandy |