Knock at my door. Its this what they mean
Their finally after me
Louder its getting and my blood is getting red
Theirs a group out there and they want us to be dead
Standing up to them it makes them twist and turn
The guards on their feet and the flag starts to burn
The top hat reaper points this way
And they cover what we say
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Author:
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