Listen to the words out on the outside pressing in.
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Are you ready on my mark?
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Fingers given names and for last words they ascend
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On the comfort of their well being...
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In arms
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Into something they can't stop but wish that they could kill
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You're the answers to their prayers
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In your last-hour stand < CHORUS V
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You'll notice the one you had loved in dreams is here among the others
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Chase, it's you i want!
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But if I can't have her...
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Then why should I spend anymore time in a world that's gonna end pretty soon
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I need you now, more than I ever did
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I'll hand myself over for you
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This comlink's lost it's frequency and I feel that we're coming home short
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Here take me instead, Id rather not see her off alone >>
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Scattered amongst the killing streets, The children's late defense
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Is God's work to have us fail?
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Rivered blood streams out the dead as bodies foul the air
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I'll make peace when this is done
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In arms... We storm
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Slowly the streets begin to fill with new flesh bound to bone
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Armed and ready it begins, again...
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(Chorus)
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Tonight, we Storm! Tonight..
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Deliver a favor to my love...
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(Chorus)
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Cuts Marked In The March Of Men
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| Coheed And Cambria |
