Bloodied Yet Unbowed

I told you once, I told you a thousand times, no regrets, no remorse
 No four A.M. whiskey-soaked wisdom or bloody-knuckled politic
 Do I regret? Not a single moment
 Will I ever repent? Will I ever repent?
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 And you may say that I have lost to a better man
 And well, this may be true, I cannot protest or lie
 Yet maybe one who did not dare to be wrong or even to be right
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 To those who did not dare to sing out of tune
 Or sing a different song
 To march to the beat of a different drum
 And speak the truths others fear
 Just give me one thing to live, or die for
 To live. give me one thing to live or die for
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 So here's to comrades near and far, so raise a glass, raise your voices
 Years have passed between us, some would say that they have not been kind
 Yet these are the scars of war
 And we remain yet we stand bloodied yet unbowed
 We are. we are bloodied yet unbowed
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 Wrath is the standard with which I bear the flag do we fly marching to war
 Only a nation that dare not speak it's name, nor can ever shed it's pain
 It's pain
 
 It's pain
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 So here's to comrades near and far
 Who've raised a glass, raised hell
 Years have passed, closer to the grave
 But this is the song we chose to sing
 
 To the bitter end, to the end, to the bitter end!