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Road's getting narrow, with snakes in the shadow |
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And the shade where you sleep is formed by the gallows |
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Where a man with an arrow was hung by the shallow |
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Little boys little boys little boys who became what they feared |
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Who would have thought that the ones who spoke of trust would come to betray us? |
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Who would have sought love from those who prayed for peace while sowing hatred's seed? |
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Who would have fought for a land where blood flows till it clots each river? |
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Who would have sons knowing all the orphans they would soon deliver? |
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Kneel beside me, in this field of memory |
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Don't become those you fear; don't kill what you've been |
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Cause the straight and narrow has snakes in the shadow |
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And the shade where you sleep is formed by the gallows |
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Where a man with an arrow was hung by the shallow |
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Little boys little boys little boys who became what they feared |
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You should have known: the snakes were figments of imagination |
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You should have shown: the roads and gallows were your creation |
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Sleep beside me, there's no time to worry |
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The sound that you hear - it comes from your ear |
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Cause the road gets narrow, with snakes in the shadow |
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And the shade where you sleep is formed by the gallows |
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Where a man with an arrow was hung by the shallow |
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Little boys little boys little boys - there's a choice! |
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The straight and narrow has snakes in the shadow |
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And the shade where you sleep is formed by the gallows |
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Where a man with an arrow was hung by the shallow |
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Little boys and their toys; little boys who became what they feared |
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Weep beside me, in this sea of memory |
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Don't you see what I see... you're the men that you fear |
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When the road gets narrow, with snakes in the shadow |
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And the shade where you sleep is formed by the gallows |
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Where a man with an arrow was hung by the shallow |
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...What's the point! |
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When the road gets narrow, with snakes in the shadow |
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And the shade where you sleep is formed by the gallows |
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Where a man with an arrow was hung by the shallow |
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Little boys little boys there's a choice there's a choice |
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When the road gets narrow, with snakes in the shadow |
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And the shade where you sleep is formed by the gallows |
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Where a man with an arrow was hung by the shallow |
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Little boys little boys little boys don't become what you fear |
