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On the might of kings and captains |
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On the eyes of midnight watchmen |
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I know my hatred is perfect |
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For the culprit who deserves it |
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Dead meat against your broken bones |
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Thrown in a ditch to die alone |
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But there is no dream worth pursuing |
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When there is nobody embracing |
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And there is no war worth fighting |
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When there is no blood worth spilling |
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On the might of kings and captains |
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On the eyes of midnight watchmen |
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I know my hatred is perfect |
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For the culprit who deserves it |
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Dead meat against your broken bones |
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Thrown in a ditch to die alone |
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But there is no dream worth pursuing |
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When there is nobody embracing |
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And there is no war worth fighting |
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When there is no blood worth spilling |
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I know my hatred is pure for the new recruit |
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(one, two, three, go!) |
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Imposters on the fast track |
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To public execution |
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Beggars for mercy unite |
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But your pleas are ineffective |
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And if you ever come back |
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Beautiful incarnation |
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I'll lie down at your feet and |
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Accept my punishment |
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You better save yourself |
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You better save yourself |
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You better save yourself |
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But there is no dream worth pursuing |
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When there is nobody embracing |
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And there is no war worth fighting |
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When there is no blood worth spilling |
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There is no dream worth pursuing |
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When there is nobody embracing |
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And there is no war worth fighting |
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When there is no blood worth spilling |