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Long we were searching these serpentine streets for the signs of a spark |
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Fucking around in the dark |
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Long we were held in the thrum and the desperate heat of the clubs |
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Drinking deep from that cup |
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We'd drink it up |
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We'd drink it up |
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We'd drink it up |
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Each step was something |
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The beat in the blood and the heat in our hands |
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Of Twelve regular men |
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So when we come down Cathedral Street |
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Hollow and beaten to the room that I rent |
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I'm going back up again |
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I'm going up |
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I'm going up |
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I'm going up |
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I'm going up |
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But while everything is blooming |
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You know the wilting always waits |
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To steal away your body |
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To steal away your brains |
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Oh man, I hate this part |
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When the car sails off the bridge |
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Am I the knuckles white inside? |
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Am I the water rushing in? |
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Am I rising up? |
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Am I rising up? |
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Am I rising up? |
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Singing: |
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Silent night, holy night |
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Take my eyes, take my mind and lay me down! |
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Oh! Sweet winter kiss on these heavy lids! |
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Sweet winter gift of dreamless sleep, lay me down! Draw me out! |
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Doctor unbandage my eyes, |
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I feel the light and I'm ready to be out in it. |
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Doctor uncover my ears, |
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I hear the chorus weeping, I see the people singing. |
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Doctor unbandage my eyes, |
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I feel the light and I'm ready to be rising! |
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Doctor uncover my ears! |
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I hear the chorus weeping! I see the people singing... |
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Let the loser up |
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Let the loser up |
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Let's get him up |
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Let's get him up |
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Let's get him up |
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Let's get him up |
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Let's get him up |
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Let's get him up |
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(Contributor's note: Please edit to fill in the missing stuff if you know it!) |
