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Gothic Anthem

We couldnít realise how far
They would go this time
An unforeseen future is
What we must deny
It doesnít matter if itís
Coming the right way out
When we are sinking to
The bottom line
My mind is slipping
My mind is slipping away
And Iím left alone in shame

Iím coming
Iím coming alone
Last man standing in
The fields of scorn.
So come on

My mind is slipping
My mind is slipping away
And IĎm left alone in shame

Iím coming
Iím coming alone
Iím burning
Until Iím gone

Last man standing in
The fields of scorn
Last man standing in
The fields of scorn
Last man standing in
The fields I was born
So come on


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