I see the vultures over head (over head)
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They're circling for the waking dead (waking dead)
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Walking the line
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Mile after mile
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Seems so much further than I ever thought
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Have I lost my way?
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So I stand at the gates,
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Screaming "I am not afraid"
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But there's, no-one listening to me.
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Oh I know I'm to blame
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For my hands amongst the flames
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I just want to feel alive
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As I stumble down this unlit road (unlit road)
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My legs buckle underneath the load (the load)
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Oh it twists and turns, my muscles burn
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I keep on going to stop me from thinking
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That I've lost my way
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So I stand at the gates,
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Screaming "I am not afraid"
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But there's, no-one listening to me.
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Oh I know I'm to blame
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For my hands amongst the flames
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I just want to feel alive
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March on, march on
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Until I'm at the gates
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March on, march on
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So I stand at the gates,
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Screaming "I am not afraid"
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But there's, no-one listening to me.
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Oh I know I'm to blame
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For my hands amongst the flames
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I just want to feel alive
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(I feel alive)
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March on, march on
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(I feel alive)
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March on, march on
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(I feel alive)
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March on, march on
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(I feel alive)
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March on, march on
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At The Gates
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Young Guns |