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A CALL TO ARMS
[Music/Lyrics by J. Burgess]
We stand at the edge of time
Waiting for the wheel to turn
Silent guardians, one and all
But the sand slips through delicate fingers
And so here we stand, waiting for the call to arms
And still there you sleep, and the dream goes on
How can you survive out here
In such a graceless age ?
Your sense of honour and courage gone
What a fearful price to pay
Your empty faces with empty lives
You follow the party line
Much too scared to speak your mind
You gotta hide that rebel sign
And so here we stand, waiting for the call to arms
And still there you sleep, and the dream goes on
So what does it take, to make you see us now
Oh, why can't you hear the conscience call
You stand at the edge of time
Waiting for the wheel to turn
Fortune hunters, one and all
But the sand slips through your fingers
And so here we stand, waiting for the call to arms
And still there you sleep, and the dream goes on
So what does it take, to make you see us now
Oh, why can't you hear the conscience call
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