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No one will shed a tear |
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With frozen souls and darkened eyes |
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We're marching to the point of no return |
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No sorrow strong enough to |
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Tear apart our bleeding hearts again |
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Not searching for a peace in heaven |
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No one will ever shed a tear |
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With my hands raised to the sky |
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We will not wait |
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For someone to decide |
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Our sorber minds |
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Will face this barren truth |
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Not longing |
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For a distant paradise |
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This is the final levy |
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From bleeding hands |
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They will receive the final stroke |
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From dying voices |
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They will hear |
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The curse we whisper |
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While marching forward |
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Without intermission |
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And tearing down the halls of the extortioner |
