Well on my way I smell the rain Rumblings of a storm The cowards will run The warchild will fight They'll bring the world to its knees How will I know Where will we go from here I'll tell you it's not what you dream about at Night alone And I run Tending the wounds I'm living the truth The strength of a knew found world And through it all the last man tall Will have bled for a word called free
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