Sail into the holy land
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Stick your flag in the air
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Metal dressed-up conqueror
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Make murder everywhere
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Put your sword in the stone
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And leave it there
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'Cause when you pulled it out
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You started a nightmare
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One day the seas will rise up
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And cover all the land
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All these giant buildings
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Will be buried in the sand
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Or maybe under granite
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Or crushed beneath the snow
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One day I will walk above
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And you will lay below
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So put the sword in the stone
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And leave it there
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'Cause when you pulled it out
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You started a nightmare
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Leave it there
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Leave it there
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Leave it there
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The statue of the hero
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On the drive alone
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Says that if you lose yourself
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You will gain the throne
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So put the sword in the stone
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And leave it there
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'Cause when you pulled it out
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You started a nightmare
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Leave It There
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| The Odds |
