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I don't believe I've let you downIf this is the place six feet underground The place of our birthThe place we go downIf we don't believe the warning criesThen maybe we'll lose, maybe see it dieCaution to the windThe rest on the fireNow the warNow the war-ningComes to your doorThe war, the warningI'm running out of things to sayI know there's some things we've tucked awayOut deep in the woodsOr locked deep in a safeIf we can unearth our future gravesThen maybe we'll mend or recuperateFrom outOf the groundAnd from out of this stateSongtexteNow the warNow the war-ningComes to your doorThe war, the warningNow the warNow the war-ningComes to your doorThe war, the warning Aus Songtexte Mania