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Oh, oh, oh |
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Oh, oh, oh |
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Oh, oh, oh |
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When I was younger |
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I thought, |
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I believed |
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That to kill or be killed was a thing to be proud of |
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Victim of change, prisoner of hope, hanged by the neck |
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On the end of a rope, |
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I don't know, |
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I don't care |
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Oh, one of the damned |
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Oh, part of the plan |
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Cry oh oh oh the |
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Gods of war |
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They howl and cry for more |
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Cry oh oh oh the |
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Gods of war |
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They howl and cry for more |
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Now taking both sides at a time, on the front line |
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You can join in the fear share, in the bloodshed |
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Investing your money in guns, the infinite fun |
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Of some warlord you saved from his rusty grave |
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Oh, I duck my own way |
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Oh, I'm not tired of your plan, oh |
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Cry oh oh oh the |
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Gods of war |
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They howl and cry for more |
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Cry oh oh oh the |
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Gods of war |
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They howl and cry for more |
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Cry oh oh oh the |
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Gods of war |
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They howl and cry for more |
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Cry oh oh oh the |
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Gods of war |
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They howl and cry for more |
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Oh, oh, oh |
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Oh, oh, oh |
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Oh, oh, oh |
