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Well on my way
I smell the rain
Rumblins of a storm
The cowards will run
The warchild will fight
Theyll bring the world to its knees
How will I know
Where will we go from here
Ill tell you its not what you dream about at
Night alone
And I run
Tending the wounds
Im living the truth
The strength of a knew found world
And through it all the last man tall
Will have bled for a word called free
How will I know
Where will we go from here
Ill tell you its not what you dream about at
Night alone
And I run
And I run
And I run
And I run
How will I know
Where will we go from here
Ill tell you its not what you dream about at
Night alone