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Usher in the rally cries |
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Revolution's here again |
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The emperor's bonds are broken |
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And free he shall remain |
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Escape though narrow, was demand |
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While his reign remained in view |
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This fight for |
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France, till bitter end |
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He must see it through |
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Coalition forms of many lands |
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Against Napoleon, west to east |
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Dogs of war will take to arms |
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And soon will be unleashed |
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Prussian, |
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Russian and |
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AustrianAll follow |
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British lead |
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At allies' helm is |
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Wellington |
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Who must make his |
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Foe concede |
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Foreshadowed man of destiny |
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Soon you will be force to see |
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Nations aligning against you |
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Marking the time your reign is through |
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And you will see your hundred days come to an end |
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Foreshadowed man of destiny |
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Soon you will be forced to see |
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Nations aligning against you |
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Marking the time your reign is through |
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It lies before you, fate shall befall you |
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Quickly, the allies gather force |
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Near the Franco- |
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Belgian line |
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While 124,000 |
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FrenchMarch there in double time |
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As the battle begins |
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Napoleon springs his audacious plan |
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He'll attack them on two fronts |
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Splitting up his warring |
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BandAs the |
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Prussians sound retreat |
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Behind they leave 12,000 slain |
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Most of their force is still in tact |
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And will live to fight again |
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Wellington |
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Who felt the loss of 5,000 men |
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Would feel more under cannon fire |
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Bombardment from the |
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FrenchForeshadowed man of destiny |
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Soon you will be force to see |
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Nations aligning against you |
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Marking the time your reign is through |
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And you will see your hundred days come to an end |
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Foreshadowed man of destiny |
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Soon you will be forced to see |
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Nations aligning against you |
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Marking the time your reign is through |
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It lies before you, fate shall befall you |
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Of all the wars |
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I have waged |
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To propel my nations might |
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For this I'll be remembered |
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From now 'till the end of time |
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If to the victor go the spoils |
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I may die an impoverished man |
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For in the end, irony |
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Has dealt the cruelest hand |
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The French |
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Force was swift and sure |
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But their attack would be repelled |
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And though their center battered |
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The Anglo- |
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Dutch line would be held |
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As fate or skill would have it |
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An army moves in from the east |
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The Prussians who slipped out of his hands |
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Would soon spell his defeat |
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The French lines now are broken |
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And being open to attack |
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The Emperor has no choice |
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And the Old |
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Guard pulls him back |
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There were 45,000 wounded or dead |
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When the fight was finally through |
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On a three square mile battlefield |
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At a town named |
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WaterlooForeshadowed man of destiny |
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Soon you will be force to see |
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Nations aligning against you |
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Marking the time your reign is through |
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And you will see your hundred days come to an end |
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Foreshadowed man of destiny |
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Soon you will be forced to see |
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Nations aligning against you |
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Marking the time your reign is through |
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It lies before you, fate shall befall you |
