The walls around come down and they're crashing around me
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And there's a taste in my mouth that feels like the bitter end
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And if I get away from the pain and the voices that hound me
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Well I'm not quite sure I've got the strength to start over again
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But if I make it to the setting sun
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Well I might have a story to tell before the day I'm gone
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If I fall to sorrow, and find it hard to see to the end
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Do I have the heart to go, and try it again?
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Fall To Sorrow
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| The Rifles |
