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When I was sent to walk this long cold way |
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I'd never meant to take it all this far |
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Nobody told me I was bound to stray |
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You gave me visions and cut out this part |
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When the journey is over |
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Then what will remain |
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But a churchyard of angels |
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Don't need no glory |
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The bottle and I |
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Don't need no sympathy at all |
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As I hang on the edge |
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Don't need no glory |
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Till the river's run dry |
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I won't cry for sympathy as I |
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Hang on the edge |
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When your were shackles chances passed me by |
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I've broken free |
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Now I'm free falling |
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Laid down my arms as you laid down the lie: |
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Those words you didn't say when I was calling |
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Fingers bleed onto the ivory |
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They dance on the keys |
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To a churchyard of angels |
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Don't need no glory |
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The bottle and I |
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Don't need your sympathy at all |
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As I hang on the edge |
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Don't need no glory |
|
Till the river's run dry |
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I won't cry for sympathy as I |
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Hang on the edge |
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No, I don't need no glory |
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The bottle and I |
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Don't need your sympathy at all |
|
As I hang on the edge |
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Don't need no glory |
|
Till the river's run dry |
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I won't cry for sympathy as I |
|
Hang on the edge |
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Don't need no glory |
|
The bottle and I |
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I don't need your sympathy as I |
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Hang on the edge |
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Don't need no glory |
|
The bottle and I |
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I don't need your sympathy at all |
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As I hang on the edge |
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Hang on the edge |
