with his final chance at liberty
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prepared to meet his fate
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too late for introductions
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no longer will death wait
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the way that things can change
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in the brink of your demise
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you never thought in all your years
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your truth could tell you lies
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woah...
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with the slightest sense of dignity
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he left this world behind
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upon his deathbed
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uncertain what he'll find
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a coward to his heart
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a solider in his mind
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marching to the battlefield
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to a war that has no time
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woah...
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trapped behind this wall of shame
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no one can hear your cries
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you find your actions similar
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to the ones that you despise
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do the bottom of your boots
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have the blood of another man?
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or just the dirt from the streets
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of the city you live in?
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woah...yah!
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you left your dreams to die
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but they never seem to miss you
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you'd love to tell me why
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but dead men don't tell tales
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woah...
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Dead Men (Don't Tell Tales)
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| The Briggs |
