Look alive, gentleman
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Or fake your deaths; your wounds undressed beneath your costumes
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Some are so well rehearsed
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For hearses it hurts, always the first to wave the white flag
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And barricade themselves
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In false pretenses, fox holed in trenches
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Forged casualties with casual pleas,
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Dying to please the enemy
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We die to stay alive,
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Kill to survive
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We are the corps of corpses
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We are up in arms and armed
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Bring all the king's horses and all the king's men
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We are the corps of corpses
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We are up in arms and armed
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Bring all the king's horses and all the king's men
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Bring all the king's horses and all the king's men
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Push on, plod on, these legs like pistons pumping, forward motion
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Convalescent men in uniform
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We have fallen to friendly fire, shrapnel freckles our spine
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Still our feet fall one by one
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We are the corps of corpses
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We are up in arms and armed
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Bring all the king's horses and all the king's men
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We are the corps of corpses
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We are up in arms and armed
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Bring all the king's horses and all the king's men
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We were led to lead lovers, marching to the beat, to the beat
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We were led to lead lovers, we kiss so well, we kiss so well
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We were led to lead lovers, marching to the beat, to the beat
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We were led to lead lovers, we kiss so well, we kiss so well
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The cannon's calling our name,
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I hear her singing to me
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The cannon's calling our name,
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I hear her singing to me
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In morse code, (To arms! To arms! This is a revolution!)
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In morse code, (To arms! To arms! This is a revolution!)
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In morse code, (To arms! To arms!)(We are the corps of corpses)
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(This is a revolution!) (We are up in arms and armed!)
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In morse code, (To arms! To arms!)(We are the corps of corpses)
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(This is a revolution!) (We are up in arms and armed!)
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You'll be undercover, under covers
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Sleeping with the enemy
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Somehow, right now this skin will have to do
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This is the last night in my body
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You'll be undercover, under covers
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Sleeping with the enemy
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You have caused this collapse
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Between the heart and the synapse
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This is what we like to call...
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The War Of All Against All
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| The Receiving End Of Sirens |
