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Don’t take it for granted And when it happens It’s time to write your story Love is a temple No matter how and what it takes, to be there No fear that can’t be won by love There’s nothing that I can do I’ve set my mind on you The more that I see you’re

This world was made for all men We pledge allegiance All our lives To the magic colors Red, blue and white But we all must be given The liberty that we defend For with justice not for all men History will repeat again

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Both sides of the story Both sides of the story We always need to hear both sides of the story People looking for truth, we must not fail them now Be sure, before we close our eyes Don't walk away from here Oh, both sides of the story Find yourself in

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The skies are burning with thunder The seas are ablaze with flame Set the course for Cartagena The sands of time will remember our names History is written today Sailing the raging seas To distant lands unknown Porto Bello fell in a day Now Britannia

Hard luck story It's a hard luck Don't ask me to love my neighbor Don't ask me to tip the waiter Don't ask me to pray to Jesus Cause I don't love the man Don't ask me for my favors I won't lend a hand And if I had real power