One at a time we follow a line
Posing as a group of individuals
We pass up the chance, to take in our hands
A feeling of hierarchical wealth
I'm walking tall through the eye of the storm
Like a king of Israel
I might be right, I might as well
Lead you all through this frozen hell
Ah
Ah
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Ah
One at a time we follow a line
Posing as a group of individuals
We pass up the chance, to take in our hands
A feeling of hierarchical wealth
Ah
Ah
Ah
Ah
No one here gets left behind
No one here gets left
No one here gets left behind
No one here gets left
Ah
Ah
Ah
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