Well on my way
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I smell the rain
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Rumblins of a storm
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The cowards will run
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The warchild will fight
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They’ll bring the world to its knees
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How will I know
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Where will we go from here
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I’ll tell you it’s not what you dream about at
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Night alone
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And I run
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Tending the wounds
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I’m living the truth
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The strength of a knew found world
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And through it all the last man tall
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Will have bled for a word called free
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How will I know
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Where will we go from here
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I’ll tell you it’s not what you dream about at
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Night alone
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And I run
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And I run
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And I run
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And I run
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How will I know
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Where will we go from here
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I’ll tell you it’s not what you dream about at
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Night alone
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