No one knows how much this means.
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I feel every note we¡¯ve done.
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We¡¯re still the ones.
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No damage done.
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My friends.
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This means so much to me.
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But the road ends here.
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Hold your fire.
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Hold your positions.
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I still count on you my friend.
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But I just want to sleep away.
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I feel every song we've done.
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I feel every word I sing.
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I would crawl to the end of the tunnel.
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But I¡¯m sure you'd never do the same.
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We¡¯re still the ones.
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No damage done.
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My friends.
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This means so much to me.
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My road ends here.
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Hold your fire.
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Hold your positions.
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I still count on you my friend.
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But I just want to sleep away.
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My road ends here.
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We¡¯re all so cold
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We¡¯re all so cold.
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No one knows how much this means to me.
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Somewhere near the end.
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And by the time you see this through.
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Remember this day.
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Remember today.
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Hold your fire.
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Hold your positions.
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I still count on you my friend.
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But I just want to sleep away.
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My road ends here.
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We¡¯re all so cold
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We¡¯re all so cold.
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The Portuguese Man Of War
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More Than A Thousand |