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I must go on s tanding
You c an't b reak that which is n't yours
I must go on s tanding
I'm n ot my own it's n ot my choice
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Be afraid of the lame
They'l l inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They'll inherit your blood
Apres moi le deluge
After me comes the f lood
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I must go on s tanding
You c an't b reak that which is n't yours
I must go on s tanding
I 'm no t my own it's no t my choice
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Be afraid of the lame
They'l l inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They'll inherit your blood
G#o7
Apres moi le deluge
After me comes the f lood
Be afraid of the lame
They'l l inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They'll inherit your blood
Apres moi le deluge
After me comes the f lood
H ey... .
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Be afraid of the lame
They'l l inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They'll inherit your blood
Apres moi le deluge
After me comes the f lood
The f lood