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It has not taken long
It has not taken long
The hunters they are hiding from me
A wooden hand
A golden reed
A waiting end for them to bleed
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
It has not taken long
It has not taken long
To feast our naked eye upon
The open blade
The hungry beast have found her calling
Calling help me please
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
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Without a guide, without a hand
Unwed virgins in the land
Unwed virgins in the land
Tied up on the sand
When there come ships into the land
They'll be awaiting reverence
They'll be awaiting reverence
At their children's hands
Are you not loyal to your pride
Are you not on the secret side?
It's not a crime, a gain to you,
Do you not understand?
Without a guide, without a hand
Unwed virgins in the land
Unwed virgins in the land
Tied up on the sand
When there come ships into the land
They'll be awaiting reverence
They'll be awaiting reverence
At their children's hands
Are you not loyal to your pride
Are you not on the secret side?
It's not a crime, a gain to you,
Do you not understand?
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When I remember what to say
When I remember what to say
You will know me again
And you forget to answer
When I remember what to say
When I remember what to say
You will know me again
And you forget to answer
You seem not to be listening
You seem not to be listening
The high tide is taking everything
And you forget to answer
When I remember what to say
When I remember what to say
You will know me again
And you forget to answer
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The secrets that I do not know
I cannot understand them
A wanted series printed over
Words are his defences
The battle bracelets do not fit
My favourite gladiator
A fanatic hero piously
Has to be a faker
He is a dangerous creator
A master in his mortal cave
I am a savage violator
A valet innocent and vain
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The bandits be my weaknesses
His fault shall be my knife
His weapon be
His weapon be my innocence
The killer must not die
Is there a charge against my fate,
Can't I betray my hate?
Will I regain my father's gait,
Must the killer die?
The testament lies hidden from me
Underneath my sins
A carriage
A carriage will take me to
The valley of the Kings
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We've got the gold, we do not seem too old
We've got the gold, we do not seem too old
A pity does not bear a single flower
A pity does not bear a single flower
Very proud and very poor
You're walking on your prison floor
A pity does not bear a single flower
A pity does not bear a single flower
Very proud and very poor
I'm waiting at your prison floor
A pity does not bear a single flower
A pity does not bear a single flower
We've got the gold, we do not seem too old
We've got the gold, we do not seem too old
We've got the gold, we do not seem too old
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This is the end, beautiful friend,
This is the end, my only friend.
The end of our elaborate plans,
The end of everything that stands,
The end, no safety no surprise,
The end, I'll never look into your eyes again.
Can you picture what we'll be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need of some stranger's hand
In a desperate land?
Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane,
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain.
There's danger on the edge of town,
Ride the King's highway, baby.
Weird scenes inside the gold mine,
Ride the highway West.
Ride the snake,
Ride the snake to the lake,
The ancient lake.
The snake is long, seven miles,
Ride the snake.
He's old and his skin is cold.
The West is the best
The West is the best
Get here and we'll do the rest
The blue bus is calling us
The blue bus is calling us
Driver, where're you taking us?
The killer awoke before dawn,
he put his boots on.
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall.
He went to the room where his sister lived
And then he paid a visit to his brother.
And then he, he walked on down the hall
And he came to a door and he looked inside.
"Father?" "Yes, son?"
"I want to kill you. Mother, I want to ..."
Come on, baby, take a chance with us,
Come on, baby, take a chance with us,
Come on, baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus.
This is the end, beautiful friend,
This is the end, my only friend.
The end, it hurts to set you free,
But you'll never follow me.
The end of laughter and soft lies,
The end of nights we tried to die,
This is the end.
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Deutschland, Deutschland über alles,
Über alles in der Welt,
Wenn es stets zu Schutz und Trutze
Brüderlich zusammenhält.
Von der Maas bis an die Memel,
Von der Etsch bis an den Belt,
Deutschland, Deutschland über alles,
Über alles in der Welt!
Deutsche Frauen, deutsche Treue,
Deutscher Wein und deutscher Sang
Sollen in der Welt behalten
Ihren alten schönen Klang,
Uns zu edler Tat begeistern
Unser ganzes Leben lang.
Deutsche Frauen, deutsche Treue,
Deutscher Wein und deutscher Sang!
Einigkeit und Recht und Freiheit
Für das deutsche Vaterland!
Danach lasst uns alle streben
Brüderlich mit Herz und Hand!
Einigkeit und Recht und Freiheit
Sind des Glückes Unterpfand;
Blüh' im Glanze dieses Glückes,
Blühe, deutsches Vaterland.
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