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Running through, I'm running through these lands spread far apart. Is it love? Is it love, when heroes risk it all. But is it true, is it really true?. There's a doubt set in her heart?. This
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And all those who are in foreign lands. Don't wanna fight no more. And all those who lost their feet or hands. Don't wanna fight no more. But there's no profit in peace, boys. We gotta fight some
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. Stand up and fight now and forever more. Rise through the night sky with daylight's desire. To be free there must be black fire. . We come from distant lands we travel so far. Can you see the
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Face to face, we've come from lands undone. We bend and twist this broke mess, yet to see the sun. And now soon you'll see the glory. And I'm proof of living dead Destroy what you've built, give
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A lonely bard wandering across the lands am I. Singing dancing finding answers to every why. The taverns are full and one crosses my path, too. I just might reward myself with a beer or two
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to be cut to the bone. Too bad, I see red, I see red, I see red Sly man stumbles, twists and he tumbles. He always lands on his feet. And he sets his face towards the far horizon. Won't you come
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lands where they fell, demons not ready to die. Nothing to see where the sleeping souls lie, chemical warfare Artificial * peace, line up in a death row. Generals in their slow defeat, diminished
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has to be cut to the bone". Too bad I see red, I see red, I see red, I see red When the sly man stumbles, twists and he tumbles. He always lands on his feet and he sets his face towards the far
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Out of the shoot he sits tall as the timber. One hand on the horse and one hand on the sky. Eight seconds later he lands in the money. And winning's a feeling that money can't buy The kids love a
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all achin' and racked with pain. Tote that barge, lift that bail. Get a little drunk and you lands in jail I gets weary and so sick of tryin'. I'm tired of livin' and I'm feared of dyin'. And Ol
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new souls on the lands where they fell. Demons not ready to die. Nothing to see where the sleeping souls lie. . Chemical warfare. . Artificial * peace. Line up in a death row. Generals in
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out for E's and wizz. And tell me when the spaceship lands 'cause all this has just got to mean something. . In the middle of the night,. It feels alright,. But then tomorrow morning. Oh then you
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was worth it just to learn from slight-of-hand. Bad news comes, don't you worry even when it lands. Good news will work its way to all them plans We both got fired on exactly the same day. We'll
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has to be cut to the bone. Too bad I see red, I see red, I see red" Sly man stumbles, twists and he tumbles. He always lands on his feet. And he sets his face towards the far horizon. Won't you come
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Lord I must be dreamin'. What else could this be. Everybody's screamin'. Runnin' for the sea. . Holy lands are sinkin'. Birds take to the sky. The prophets all are stinkin' drunk. I know the
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across the river. . I will take your lands and all that lays beneath. The dust of cold flowers, prison of dark of ashes. I will slaughter your kind who
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Oooo ooo oooooo oooo. Oooo ooo oooooo oooo Once i was a very young man, and very young man are none to clever. Sailed across to faraway lands. And farway towns of tin an terror. Ran em up in a
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like. black ice on my grave. You are my saving grace the songbird. that lands on my hand, to bring me life. I want to cherish you for longer. than your wings will let you fly.
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woman's left me for the some other man. Aw, but I don't care. I'll just dream and stay tan. Toss up my heart to see where it lands. . On and on. I just keep on trying. And I smile when I feel like
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lands where they fell, demons not ready to die. Nothing to see where the sleeping souls lie, chemical warfare Artificial * peace, line up in a death row. Generals in their slow defeat, diminished
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liberty and justice for all lands Every day, I work so hard. Every day, I'm dealt the cards. Every day, I'm told exactly what to do Every day, I lose control. Every day, I rock 'n' roll. Every day, it's
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go on forever, let your fears down rivers run. Let the silence be the music, when their words are said and done. . Now fate lands you out in the open, a slave to the man inside your head. Your
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rollin' along. . You and me, we sweat and strain. Bodies all achin' and wracked with pain. Tote that barge and lift that bale. Ya get a little drunk and ya lands in ja-ail. . I gets weary and so
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The generation of degrade and ignorance. so many men destroying each other, fighting for their lands under the control of schizophrenic divinities. Originally brothers and then sworn enemies They
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Intro. Oooo ooo oooooo oooo. Oooo ooo oooooo oooo. . Verse 1. Once I was a very young man, and very young men are none too clever. Sailed across to faraway lands. And faraway towns of tin and
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Intro. Oooo ooo oooooo oooo. Oooo ooo oooooo oooo. . Verse 1. Once I was a very young man, and very young men are none too clever. Sailed across to faraway lands. And faraway towns of tin and
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body. So the crab feeds his astral plane. Assimilating and distributing all he receives. Slowly, until it becomes apart of you. . I fly to the strangest lands. . And I would like to able to
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round and round and round We see so many tribes overrun and undermined. While their invaders dream of lands they left behind. Better people, better food and better beer. Why move around the world when
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sweating measure lands on time And the old man is down by the river. Well he gets up and he walks on down. To the spaceship that's parked at your doorstep. And it's waiting to take you away now Goin' down
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defending our rights. Down with the blackleg, all workers unite. With our brothers and our sisters from many far off lands. There is power in a union Now I long for the morning that they realize
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suffer at our hands. I look for exits in the haze the dense electric twilight maze. I've heard that there is one that leads to sunlit lands. . Daylight they tell me that it's just a myth. They try to
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across the river. . I will take your lands and all that lays beneath. The dust of cold flowers, prison of dark of ashes. I will slaughter your kind who
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. . And all these who are in foreign lands. Don't wanna fight no more. And all those those lost their feet or hands. Don't wanna fight no more. But there's no profit in peace boys. We gotta fight some
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body. So the crab feeds his astral plane. Assimilating and distributing all he receives. Slowly, until it becomes apart of you. . I fly to the strangest lands. . And I would like to able to
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Words and music by Brian May. . In the year of '39. Assembled here the volunteers. In the days when lands were few. Here the ship sailed out into the blue and sunny mornin',. The sweetest sight
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and strain. Bodies all achin' and wracked with pain. Tote that barge and lift that bale. Ya get a little drunk and ya lands in ja-ail. . I gets weary and so sick of tryin'. I'm tired of livin
