| Remember the good times
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| Remember the good times
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| Out from the ashes
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| arose a little flame crusted hafling,
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| a bastard of a half-breed
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| He shook his head one time,
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| and then raced right for the front line.
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| Some colors is needed some colors are needed
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| For the transition of all the crap back into the norm
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| The world is bright if you remember all the good times
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| remember all the good times
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| remember all the good times
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| The winter passes by the air gets richer the white in the woods
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| seeps away through the ground: it’s an end to the cold
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| a sudden turn of events made this
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| The turning point for the bastard’s new horizon
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| He shines, and grins and growls and howls
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| and make the changes worth while in time
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| So, whatever is done, wherever you go
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| whatever you do, whatever you choose
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| Whatever you want, be well prepared to battle the front
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| you’re second to none
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| The path is laid out, just walk it and welcome the result
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| it’s hidden you won’t know it till you see for yourself
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| Will it ever be uncovered?
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| So much for the path
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| that you found buried under the white snow,
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| Walk young soldier, walk your way home
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| Whatever is back in the cold
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| absorbes the warmth from the one
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| So eager to be there
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| The one thats always there for you
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| At dawn the only one we trust
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| The sun the only one to trust
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| remember all the good times
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| remember all the good times
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| The winter passes by the air gets richer the white in the woods
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| seeps away through the ground
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| it’s an end to the cold
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| and a way to recall a season of prosper and awe.
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| welcome to the sunlight
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| it’s an end to it all. |