Hell yeah We are the pulse of the world Yeah Our eys have grown so wide Don`t hold back Keep your eyes on the prize Always Will Yeah Toe the line We
A toast for our sins Our instincts drags us deeper Throwing us to the wolves The nameless were all buried long ago We are not anonymous The faceless
We`ve bid our time All patience claimed Content with nothing Our lives lived not in vain Not in vain It`s calling - It`s calling I fear the hold as met
Humanity devours itself alive. Forced march down this path of sorrow to an end that doesn't justify. Hands chained, running driven upon those that fall
She's my real martian beauty She's my number nine cutie She has nine hairs on her head 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 Tied up in ribbons of red She has
Ah dream a dream and make it true That's what Doozers like to do And building is the Doozer way to go two three four 'Cause every day the world is
In the 1957 blue and green two door sedan We divided all we own and I've packed all I can The back seat's piled high with things in the front seat tears
Uno para todos, y todos para uno March, we march (Whoa, whoa) March, we march (Whoa, whoa) March, we march (Whoa, whoa) If this is the same avenue my
March of clowns Wearing crowns Parade of dumbs Beating drums March of clowns Street shutdowns Noise and dirt Do be alert! March of clowns Wearing crowns
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[Chris Martin] Just because I'm losing, Doesn?t mean I'm lost, Doesn't mean I'll stop Doesn't mean I will cross Just because I'm hurting, Doesn?t mean
Let me go, boys, let me go Push my boat from the highest cliff to the sea below Rocks are waiting, boys, rocks await Swoop down from the sky and catch
Lovers, keep on the road you're on Runners, until the race is run Soldiers, you've got to soldier on Sometimes even right is wrong They are turning my
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Smoke is rising from the houses People burying their dead I ask somebody what the time is But time doesn't matter to them yet People talking without
(Soldiers of the night) (Lyrics: G.Thorpe, G.St-Pierre, M.Tate // Music: G.Thorpe) March or die If you defy it We'll come smashing through Marching into
This is an invasion, an occupation Immortal Technique The evil genius DJ Green Lantern And you're now understanding guerrilla warfare Is being spread
March on March on He was a brave little soldier Marching far from home He was lost and he was lonely Pretending to be bold He was a brave little soldier