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ake one last look at what you're leaving behind, |
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cause there's no coming back once we go |
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We are the children of an innocent crime, |
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and it's time to take down the throne |
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Although their heads may shake, |
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we'll set the city ablaze for their treachery |
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We'll spill their blood and set our fathers free |
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Oohooh, two hundred years of war |
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Fight till we are no more |
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A curse on the streets of gold, oohooh |
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Just know |
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That mine is a hand to hold |
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Take back what the kingdom stole |
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A curse on the streets of gold |
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Oohooh, two hundred years of war |
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Fight till we are no more |
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A curse on the streets of gold, oohooh |
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Just know |
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That mine is a hand to hold |
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Take back what the kingdom stole |
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A curse on the streets of gold |
