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Luck runs out in the middle of the fight |
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You're taken down, but there's no-one in sight |
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Invisible fear, a ghost in the night |
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Stalking between the wrong and the right |
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As a part of your regiment |
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Waving the banner of your government |
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Now you're alone, and in your pain |
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Others have fled, you cry in vain |
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Just an empty armour |
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A figure in a scale |
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Though no-one can harm you |
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Now there's blood on the trails |
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Some will fall |
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Some stand tall |
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But there are bullets enough |
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To take us all |
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Down, down to the ground |
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Some will fall |
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Some stand tall |
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But there are bullets enough |
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To take us all |
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Down, down to the ground |
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Once you believed in justice but then |
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You witnessed the true deeds of men |
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Told you to turn a blind eye when |
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Innocent people were raped and slain |
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Just an empty armour |
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A figure in a scale |
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Though no-one can harm you |
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Now there's blood on the trails |
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Some will fall |
|
Some stand tall |
|
But there are bullets enough |
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To take us all |
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Down, down to the ground |
|
Some will fall |
|
Some stand tall |
|
But there are bullets enough |
|
To take us all |
|
Down, down to the ground |
|
Some will fall |
|
Some stand tall |
|
But there are bullets enough |
|
To take us all |
|
Down, down to the ground |
|
Some may fall |
|
Some stand tall |
|
But there are bullets enough |
|
To take us all |
|
Down, down to the ground |
|
Some will fall |
|
Some stand tall |
|
But there are bullets enough |
|
To take us all |
|
Down, down to the ground |
|
Some may fall |
|
Some stand tall |
|
But there are bullets enough |
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To take us all |
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Down, down to the groundter |
