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Kemp |
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Man said nature was his mother |
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Made a promise at his birth |
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But she's running like a hunted fox for cover |
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All across the earth |
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The forest turned into the tall ships, |
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And though they fought for england well |
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The emptiness is ringing down the ages |
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Like a hollow bell |
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Where are they now? |
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Old mysteries |
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The high ideas of thousand years |
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All lost on the breeze |
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Where are they now? |
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Asking wonders of our children |
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Blind faith in all the rules |
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But the blind lead the blind from the cradle |
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Through the faith of fools |
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One son gone unto the merchant |
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Another to the bishop went |
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Another son to serve the king |
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And country in some regiment |
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Where are they now? |
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Old mysteries |
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The high ideas of thousand years |
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All lost on the breeze |
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Where are they now? |
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Every year in late december |
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Hark the herald angels sing |
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In the church words of peace on earth are spoken |
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It doesn't change a thing |
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Where are they now? |
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Old mysteries |
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The high ideas of thousand years |
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All lost on the breeze |
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Where are they now? |
