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Album: Endgame |
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Released on 14th March 2011 |
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Rise Against - Endgame |
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And on that day they'll tell you |
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That life hummed on with no clue |
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The warning signs were all |
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Dismissed or shouted down |
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So it goes |
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The kings all failed to tell us |
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The madmen failed to sell us |
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On what would then become |
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The only life we know? |
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Were they burning signal fires |
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To guide us to the fields? |
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Or building funeral pyres? |
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The outcome of a final appeal |
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The city lines are down |
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The Kerosene's run out |
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The fact surreal, we relied upon |
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Let's shed this unclean skin |
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And start to feel again |
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'Cause all the shoulders |
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On which to cry are gone |
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The paranoaia gripped us |
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The rain turned engines to rust |
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The panic set in like a cancer to our hearts |
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Spreading through |
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We bet on finite genius |
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Or prayed for gods to save us |
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But there was no antidote |
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Disease tore us apart |
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We left bodies in the fields |
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So numb that we forgot how to feel |
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The city lines are down |
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The Kerosene's run out |
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The fact surreal, we relied upon |
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Let's shed this unclean skin |
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And start to feel again |
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'Cause all the shoulders |
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On which to cry are gone |
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He looked at the fields |
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And then his hands |
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"All I need is what I have" |
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Then shed a tear of happiness |
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She watched the world |
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Crumble away |
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"Is this the end of yesterday?" |
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"Lord, I hope so", is all he said |
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Gone are the old guards |
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Gone are the cold, cold wars |
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Weightless we go forth |
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On wings of amnesty |
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Oh, we relied on now |
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The city lines are down |
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The Kerosene's run out |
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The fact surreal, we relied upon |
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Let's shed this unclean skin |
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And start to feel again |
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With no more shoulders |
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Shoulders to cry on now |
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No more, no more |
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No more, no more |
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No more, no more |
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The weight that we once felt is gone |
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