And outside nothing matters anymore
My instinct won't deceive me
My senses will not leave me
When there's no one left to grieve me
I always will watch over you my dear
I'll see you with the rest of them in hell
My hand won't shake the console
My handcuff will not rattle
As I win the final battle of all wars
And down beneath the ocean
I'll dream of wings in motion
That'll show 'em what freedom's for
I always will watch over you my dear
I'll see you with the rest of them in hell
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