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Fare well, good fellows, your ways are not for me Fare well good fellows, your ways are not for me Rest upon your laurels, glad you found your peace But, fare well good fellows, your ways are not for me A rappin' at the chapel door Sweepin' at the enemies floor Do not touch or make a sound Keep your eyes upon the ground I read your countless volumes, shunned your many sins But I cannot find salvation in the rattlin' of your tins I wish good to your children, and their own children too But your armour will not fit me, though fine it's suiting you So, fare well good fellows, your ways are not for me Fare well good fellows, your ways are not for me Rest upon your laurels, glad you found your peace But, fare well good fellows, your ways are not for me A flag is waved, the bomb is thrown So many names and dates to know Books upon the books are stacked To get something so simple backwards Dark and revolution, but spirals, not the spins Letras de cancionesWhere you'll fall down dizzy and forget where to begin I wish good to your children, and their own children too But your armour will not fit me, although fine it's suitin' you Suitin' you, suitin' you. Turn your blessings into weapons and hold them before your chest To you and all your comrades, I only wish the best We may not meet again, for we are treading separate trails But I'll cast off and think of you, on seas, on roads, on rails From chapels to the armies, magician to the 'nave You either blaze your own trail, or you're diggin' your own grave I wish good to your children and their own children too But your armour will not fit me, although fine it's suitin' you I said, your armour will not fit me Your armour will not fit me, though fine it's suitin' you Your armour will not fit me Your armour will not fit me although fine it's suitin' you So, fare well good fellows, Fare well good fellows, your ways are not for me Fare well good fellows Fare well good fellows, your ways are not for me Not for me From Letras Mania