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THE TROOPER <<<----------->>> IRON MAIDEN
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(C) Iron Maiden (Holdings) Ltd
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-> The Trooper (Harris)
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You'll take my life but I'll take your too
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You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through
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So when you're waiting for the next attact
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You'd better stand there's no turning back.
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The Bugle sounds and the charge begins
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But on this battlefield no one wins
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The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath
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As I plunge on into certain death.
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The horse he sweats with fear he breaks to run
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The mighty roar of the Russian guns
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And as we race towards the human wall
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The screams of pain as my comrades fall.
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We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground
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And the Russians fire another round
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We get so near yet so far away
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We won't live to fight another day.
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We get so close near enough to fight
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When a Russian gets me in his sight
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He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow
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A burst of rounds take my horse below.
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And as I lay there gazing at the sky
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My body's numb as my throat is dry
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And as I lay forgotten and alone
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Without a tear I draw my parting groan.
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FLIGHT OF ICARUS<<<----------->>>IRON MAIDEN
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(C) Iron Maiden (Holdings) Ltd
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-> Flight of Icarus (Smith/Dickinson)
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As the sun breaks, above the ground,
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An old man stands on the hill.
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As the ground warms, to the first rays of light
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A birdsong shatters the still.
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His eyes are ablaze,
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See the madman in his gaze.
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Fly, on your way, like an eagle,
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Fly as high as the sun,
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On your way, like an eagle,
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Fly and touch the sun.
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Now the crowd breaks and a young boy appears
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Looks the old man in the eye
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As he spreads his wings and shouts at the crowd
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In the name of God my father I fly.
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His eyes seem so glazed
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As he Flies on the wings of a dream.
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Now he knows his father betrayed
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Now his wings turn to ashes to ashes his grave
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Fly, on your way, like an eagle,
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Fly as high as the sun,
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On your way, like an eagle,
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Fly as high as the sun.
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DIE WITH YOUR BOOTS ON<<<--------->>>IRON MAIDEN
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(C) Iron Maiden (Holdings) Ltd
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-> Die With Your Boots On (Smith/Dickinson/Harris)
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Another Prophet of Disaster
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Who says the ship is lost,
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Another Prophet of Disaster
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Leaving you to count the cost.
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Taunting us with Visions,
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Afflicting us with fear,
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Predicting War for millions,
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In the hope that one appears.
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No point asking when it is,
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No point asking who's to go,
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No point asking what's the game,
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No point asking who's to blame.
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'Cos if you're gonna die, if you're gonna die.
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'Cos if you're gonna die, if you're gonna die.
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If you're gonna die, die with your boots on,
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If you're gonna try, just stick around,
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Gonna cry, just move around,
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If you're gonna die, you're gonna die.
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In 13 the Beast is Rising
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The Frenchman did surmise,
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Through earthquakes and starvation,
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The Warlord will arise.
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Terror, Death, Desruction,
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Pour from the Eastern sands,
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But the truth of all predictions,
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Is always in your hands.
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If you're gonna die, die with your boots on,
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If you're gonna try, just stick around,
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Gonna cry, just move along,
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If your gonna die, you're gonna die.
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