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These weary bones |
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They walk the earth |
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I'm thinking of you |
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As I unfold my pain |
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These cathedrals were built |
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Dropping daggers from the bell tower |
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Rendering arms immobile |
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But still the child's caress [Chorus:] |
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It's strange, what they've done |
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Arranged, every part of it |
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They can, |
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I really think it's |
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Insane Tonight |
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I'm hanging with the clowns |
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Playing trombone down by the riverside |
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That's where we burn our fire |
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Away from this slaughter, |
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Away from this sacred slaughter |
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Everyone's at ease, |
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Everyone's at ease [Chorus] |
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These weary bones, weary bones |
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They're thinking of you, thinking of you |
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I think of you and |
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I know I'm just wiping my heels |
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Clean These weary bones |
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They walk the earth |
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Thinking of you |
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As I unfold my pain |
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These cathedrals were built |
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Dropping daggers from the bell tower |
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Rendering arms immobile |
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But still the child's caress [Chorus] |
