Tell you a thing
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That you ought to know
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Two minutes of your time
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Then on you go
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Tell tale of the men
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All dressed in black
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That most of them
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Not coming back
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Sent off to the war
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To play little games
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And on their return
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Can't name no names
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Some strange yellow gas
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Has played with their minds
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Has reddened their eyes
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Removed all the lies
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And strange as it sounds
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Death knows no bounds
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How many get well
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Only time will tell
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Only time will tell
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SOLO
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You lie in your death bed now
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But what did you bring to the table
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Brought us only holy sin
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Utter trust is a deadly thing
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To the prayer of holy peace
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We didn't know what was lying underneath
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So how could we be such fools
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And to think that we thought you the answer
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I can't begin to understand in all the lies
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But on your death bed I can see it in you eyes
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Just as clear as all the sweat upon your brow
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It really makes sense I can see it clearly now
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Tangled up in a web of lies
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Could have been a way to prophesise
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Unaware of the consequence
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Not aware of the secrets that you kept
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Nothing that we could believe
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To reveal the fa?ade of faceless men
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Not a thing that we could foresee
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Now a sign that would tell us the outcome
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You had us all strung out with
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promises of peace
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But all along you cover plan was to deceive
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Can it put to rights now only time will tell
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Your prophecies will send us all to hell as well
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Left to all our golden sons
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All to pick up on the peace
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You could have given all of them
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A little chance... at least
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Take the world to a better place
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Given them all just a little hope
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Just think what a legacy
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You know... will leave
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SOLO
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We seem destinated to live in fear
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And some that would say Armageddon is near
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But where there's a life while there's hope
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That man won't self destruct
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Why can't we treat our fellow men
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With more respect and a shake of their hands
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But anger and loathing is rife
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The death on all sides is
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becoming a way of life
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We live in an uncertain world
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Fear understanding and ignorance
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is leading to death
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Only the corpses are left
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For vultures that prey on their bones
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But some are just not wanting peace
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Their whole life is death and misery
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The only thing that they know
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Fight fire with fire life is cheap
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But if they do stop to think
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That man is teetering right on the brink
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But do you think that they care
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They benefit from death and pain and despair
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Tweet
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The Legacy
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Iron Maiden |