Rejoice mothers you¡¯re the mothers of martyrs
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We¡¯re proud to report your sons kiss just like your daughters
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Now father¡¯s teeth, rolling bloodily down his shirt
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Welcome to my war gone by, I miss it so.
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She¡¯s such a Romanov
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She¡¯s such a Romanov
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Only a Romanov could be so bourgeoisie
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I¡¯m unarmed so forgo this advantage now,
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Strike fellows strike for the plans that I¡¯ve made,
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Oh yeah!
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We¡¯re tongue and cheek.
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Meet me in the sedative
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We got to keep it kiss it keep it fucking real
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Was it all for the best?
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Does it bless your memory?
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What is enough to bring me home?
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Someone lost what can¡¯t be found
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Look for the worst defeat
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Ten thousand times tongue and cheek.
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C¡¯mon
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Drag your Asses off the floor
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We¡¯ll greet a new day
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Yeah, now some marching orders
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We¡¯ll all stand to greet a new day
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Kiss the sun and make it your own
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Kiss the sun and make it your own
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We¡¯ll have the bottle drained
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Yeah, we¡¯ll have it finished right round four
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We¡¯ll all have this bottle drained
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We¡¯ve got our marching orders
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I can taste your breath across the room
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Lets greet a new day
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Ten Thousand Times Tongue And Cheek
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A Faith Called Chaos |