They¢¥ve decided to own the world tonight, create the standard, now roll the reel.
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Ambush the poor, take what they have to create a warlike feel (turn the page)
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One vision, resolution, friends and allies, easy come
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The golden moments, our lifestyle depends on your children, we¢¥re doomed if
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the war is over, all is lost
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Down the drain, keep fingers crossed
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Hope the World forgets or the World forgives
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Charm their minds and hearts, once more,
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For me.
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Use the time in the public eye
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"How we love you so"
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Now people, you should know, who¢¥s your foe
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Who¢¥s your friend, your enemy?
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The Enemy!
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"Yes, you are needed, so badly wanted.
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If we wish to live in peace, we need to fight, it demands a sacrifice."
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New blood is gathered, donations needed.
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Every day, one soul away of your fulfillment, the necessity.
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Unplug the damaged toys, all amputated souls
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For everything is over for them, we cannot
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Use a man, who¢¥s lost a hand,
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The education paid in full, as planned
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Did you hear, they say, the ground they walk¢¥s always been holier than mine.
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- Oiling the wheels with fire
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The only, the righteous, the privileged ones, the law, and the almighty power.
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- Burning the fields for one flower.
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A:
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What was black is now blue, nothing much is really new
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On the eve of Hell on Earth you walk the reddish snow.
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A chain of command lacks the balls to right the wrong, you proclaim
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They always only change the cadency, the song remains the same.
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B:
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Kaikkivoipaiselta itsevaltiaalta avaimet elamaan, kahlitsemme ainoamme oikeudesta turvaan pysyvaan. Itsevaltiaamme aani korvissamme, lainan lunastamme, aideillemme muiston marmoriin.
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You made our babies go where no parent can follow.
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The song remains the same
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"For die we must", our heirs say. Drowning in sorrow forever left hollow...
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The bullets you created, shall be used against you, by the people,
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All the things you buried will be excavated and re-animated
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Fear the future, fear the creed,
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We all can see what¢¥s been concealed
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Together we stand alone behind the lines
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With our bare bones
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One, two, three, four, what the hell¢¥re we fighting for, now
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Five, six six six, lucky seven,
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Stripmine your private road to hell.
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Had we known how this ends in our defeat. I wonder...
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Would we still have given you all the children you would ever need.
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Always washed their minds, clean and white
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Like papers you have signed
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And people, a single mind, you feed the beast
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Thus create a warlike feel
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To Create A Warlike Feel
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Sonata Arctica |