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rebel my love, some day we shall overcome but the sickness bites hard, and yes the razor's old of their portions, rashes, surrender, kill every first-born son we were kneeling, dressed for burial, reaching for the name heard voices laughing the spirit in the plight of the living dead of course at the bottom of my glass made it clear what they had said is death a song in the tinder box the stone has turned away i can't remember god when i... and i'm drunk all day x x x x x x before i leave you bring the demons out your beauty seemed not to mind the fever hung on the midwife's jaw we were kneeling, dressed for burial, reaching for the name heard voices laughing the spirit, and the plight of the living dead i can't remember god when i... and i'm drunk all day some said i was wrong to dream that way i was wrong to dream that way and some made light of death and sorrow light of death and sorrow but death is glory now death is glory now From Letras Mania