Editors
Editors - Comrade Spill My Blood lyrics
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I don't wanna go quietly I don't wanna tread softly I'm a dog with a scent I saw the stare head Faces of the crowd I did not see the event Sincerity and subtlety Will I miss my son Comrade spill my blood Comrade spill my blood We fight a war that can be won Soul, lives on, silence Soul, lives on, silence I don't wanna tread quietly I don't wanna tread softly I'm a dog with a scent I saw the stare head Faces of the crowd I did not see the event Sincerity and subtlety Will I miss my son Comrade spill my blood Comrade spill my blood We fight a war that could be won Soul, lives on, silence Now soul, lives on, silence Soul, lives on, silence Now soul, lives on, silence Now soul, lives on, silence Now soul, lives on, silence
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