Make his fight on the hill in the early day
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Constant chill deep inside
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Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey
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On the fight, for they are right, yes, by who's to say?
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For a hill men would kill, why? They do not know
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Suffered wounds test there pride
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Men of five, still alive through the raging glow
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Gone insane from the pain that they surely know
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For whom the bell tolls
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Time marches on
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For whom the bell tolls
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STOP!
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Come crawling faster
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obey your Master
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your life burns faster
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obey your Master!
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Master!
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Metallica Medley
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| Sum 41 |
