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Rejoice mothers, you're the mothers of martyrs We're proud to report your sons kiss just like your daughters Now father's teeth, rolling bloodily down his shirt Welcome to my war gone by, I miss it so. She's such a Romanov She's such a Romanov Only a Romanov could be so bourgeoisie I'm unarmed so forgo this advantage now, Strike fellows strike for the plans that I've made, Oh yeah! We're tongue and cheek. Meet me in the sedative We got to keep it kiss it keep it fucking real Was it all for the best? Does it bless your memory? What is enough to bring me home? Someone lost what can't be found Look for the worst defeat Ten thousand times tongue and cheek. C'mon Drag your asses off the floor Letras de cancionesWe'll greet a new day Yeah, now some marching orders We'll all stand to greet a new day Kiss the sun and make it your own Kiss the sun and make it your own We'll have the bottle drained Yeah, we'll have it finished right round four We'll all have this bottle drained We've got our marching orders I can taste your breath across the room Lets greet a new day. . . From Letras Mania