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Time |
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Turning like a wheel |
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As it cloaks and then reveals |
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Every blow to strike your shield |
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Time |
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Is the eyes without a face |
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That define, decide the fates |
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As we die without a trace, |
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Nothing short of faith can |
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Draw the spitit, spur the chase, |
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From the whisper to the shout |
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In no doubt |
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The time has come to let it all |
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Out |
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Think about the way you feel |
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Tonight |
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Does the fire inside you still burn |
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Bright? |
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Find a way somehow to believe |
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Enough to fight |
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Feel the cold caress of steel tonight |
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Will you find the strength to face |
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The light? |
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Did it take 'till now? |
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To believe enough to fight |
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You, |
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What do you believe? |
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Have you ever had a dream? |
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That has cut you while you sleep |
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True, |
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Every grain of sand commands |
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That we turn and make a stand |
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No matter if it's wrong or right |
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Carve your destiny |
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Think of all you might achieve |
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In your hands you hold the key |
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Halt this rout |
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The time has come to let it all |
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Out |
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Think about the way you feel |
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Tonight |
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Does the fire inside you still burn |
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Bright? |
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Find a way somehow to believe |
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Enough to fight |
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Feel the cold caress of steel tonight |
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Will you find the strength to face |
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The light? |
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Did it take 'till now? |
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To believe enough to fight |
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(Merlin) |
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I will return the gods to Britain |
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This fire will burn |
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I pledge my soul |
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I will return the gods to Britain |
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This tide will turn |
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This ancient land |
