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Tell me a story, settle the cards. Give me a cause for the foreign wars. Wrap me up in our flag, and let the bombs fall where they may. Tell me a tale, make the puzzle whole. Give it to the pilgrim without a soul. Sell it to the miner who can't afford his coal and may the history factory never close. You can build an army of this rabble yet. You can make a nation from the ashes of the dead. Tell them a story: god blood and glory, brew up an enemy: they're comin' to steal your bread. And let the bombs fall where they may on faces I don't see with names I cannot say. For I trust the storyteller with my vote. I, pilgrim was sold a golden soul, sold a soul, sold his soul. The first thing I remember? Waking up and seeing you there. Comfort like a fire, like an answer to a prayer. Like a beacon in the blackness, solace from the racket. Take your shears to the briars. Kill the chaors, make it clear. Letras de cancionesTell me why the buildings fall and everybody dies. I have so many questions, just tell me where to sign... and I'll take up arms and lock all the doors and I'll tell them a story 'bout the good guys of the war, of the war. Tell me a story to help me slip away. I drank up an enemy. So let the bombs rain from our parade and fall where they may From Letras Mania