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Ways of the wary and the ordinary |
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Won't take all my time, waste all my days, let me rephrase |
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All expire, I lived by the lyre |
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Follow me |
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To the fields of the fallen |
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Where the legends lie |
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Should you suddenly join in their numbers |
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Say the last goodbye |
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From the fields of the fallen |
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Where the lucky leave |
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And bring with them the word of the victory |
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That they did achieve |
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Riches and glory, who will tell my story |
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There over the hill, wide is the world, make it all mine |
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Steal my thunder, your world will go under |
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Follow me |
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To the fields of the fallen |
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Where the legends lie |
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Should you suddenly join in their numbers |
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Say the last goodbye |
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From the fields of the fallen |
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Where the lucky leave |
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And bring with them the word of the victory |
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That they did achieve |
