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I am not a saintbut my motive costsprepared by animals the face of the lostwhen these bars go upyou'll see them swarm over the hillgive my children backas tame as a bearprepare the furnace, were gonna burn,we're gonna burnnow, they lead me through the hallthey show me what i'm calledand i speak with no regretthis place can burn in hellgive me the right to speakthese shackles are too tightlost as one another, we've savedour empty heart is savedhung up by one anotherwhat hope does that give uswe're not dancing yetgive in to your eyesas my pockets are full of your disguiseand burn it all to hellwe'll burn it all to hellthe burning of a new age, comefeel the burning of a new ages, comeLetras de cancionesgive my children backoh, we're coming homethe flames of, new agesgive it some time, give it some timeTHE FLAMES OFwe're coming home, we're coming homeNEW AGES From Letras Mania