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This Means War

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 06.06.2012

To line up to the ring
For a battle that you can’t win
Swing as hard as you can swing
It will still mean nothing
Should’ve seen it coming
It had to happen sometime
But you went and brought a knife
To an all out gun fight

And the only thing to save
Is the banner that you wave
To be wrapped around your grave

You’ve gone too far
Who do you think you are
Is this what you came for
Well this means war

Say anything you want
But talk will get you nowhere
The only thing you brought is psychological warfare
Well there’s no getting off
And now you got to wonder
Who will dig you out when you’re six feet under

And the only thing to save
Is the banner that you wave
To be wrapped around your grave

You’ve gone too far
Who do you think you are
Is this what you came for
Well this means war

And the only thing to save
Is the banner that you wave
To be wrapped around your grave

You’ve gone too far
Who do you think you are
Is this what you came for
Well this means war


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