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Exit the Mountains
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Casablanca
Casablanca
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anders Ljung
Anders Ljung
Songwriter
Mats Rubarth
Mats Rubarth
Songwriter

Lyrics

Act I – In Between Spaces Well I'm no sweet pretender Don't promise you anything (anything) But I'm the legal tender I'll try and get you everything We took the blues to the stations And the doorways and said Nothin' shall pass less it's dead But the lights in the distance means Good times up ahead So we taxed them for terror instead We're not the first or the last ones to go Between the spaces that we know Made by desolation Under banners of reality (reality) Scattered in the madness On the windmills of eternity We took the blues to the stations And the doorways and said Nothin' shall pass less it's dead The lights in the distance means Good times up ahead So we taxed them for terror instead The old ones are The old ones were The old ones go Between the space that we know Well it's a starry dynamo It's the place we have to go Between the spaces that we know Between the spaces that we know Well it's a starry dynamo And it's the place we have to go Between the spaces that we know Act II – Armies of the night We're standing in shadows We're standing in line We're standing together And I swear we'll have a good time We'll be here tomorrow We won't be denied Skin allegiance brings sorry To warmongers from the other side And we toast to the living And for those whose about to fight You might not be forgiven When you march in the armies of the night To have carried the fire To have entered the light To have joined the resistance Got in line in the armies of the night Come on march in the armies of the night All you young lovers Who's sacred and blue Despond all the chances you blew Start climbing the mountains In cyanide sunsets And find that the legends were true When nothing is left and nobody hears The echoes of our battling years Might still be some fury In those whose goes down The mysterious river of tears And we toast to the living And for those whose about to fight You will not be forgiven When you march in the armies of the night To have carried the fire To have entered the light To have joined the resistance Got in line in the armies of the night So this is tomorrow And this is our moment All you decaying young women Distorted young men of the torment Come a little bit closer Come on up for the sundown Guess that we all have to wait for a friend And in the end we don't have to pretend So come on my avengers Tonight we are scavengers We're here at the end now This is no way to die And no way to go now So farewell it's just a goodbye And we toast to the living And for those whose about to fight You might not be forgiven When you march in the armies of the night To have carried the fire To have entered the light To have joined the resistance Got in line in the armies of the night Come and march with the armies of the night Come and march with the armies of the night Act III – 1789 How many mountains do you want me to climb? How many levels above the dreamline? Tonight we party like it's 1789 How many mountains do you want me to climb? How many levels above the dreamline? Tonight we party like it's 1789
Writer(s): Mats Carl Richard Rubarth, Anders Ljung Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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