Got my head out of the window
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I can taste the summer air
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Hangs heavy with the promise of nights beyond compare
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We start, we stop, we break and then we mend
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What's a little bit of blood loss between friends
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You say you don't need love, I say you ain't so tough
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Come on and let me in
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Brother in arms
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Together we, spill our blood, on foreign streets
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Worlds apart, and in too deep, my brother in arms
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I wouldn't change a thing
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We celebrate our sickness as it starts to spread
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Cut my heart out it's not over until you take my head
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You say you don't need love, I say you ain't so tough
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Come on and let me in
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Brother in arms
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Together we, spill our blood, on foreign streets
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Worlds apart, and in too deep, my brother in arms
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I wouldn't change a thing
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All hands on deck we live or die,
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Together, together
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No matter how far we fall apart,
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We bleed together
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My brother in arms, together we
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Spill our blood on foreign streets
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Brother in arms, together we
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Spill our blood on foreign streets
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Worlds apart, and in too deep, my brother in arms
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I wouldn't change a thing
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I wouldn't change a thing!
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Brothers In Arms
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