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Three days was the morning |
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My focus three days old |
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My head it landed, to the sound of cricket bows |
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I am a proud man anyways |
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Covered now by three days.... |
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Three ways was the morning |
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Three lovers in three ways |
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We knew when she landed |
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Three days she'd stay |
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I am a proud man anyways |
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Covered now by three days... |
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We saw shadows of the morning light |
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Shadows of the evening sun |
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Till the shadows and the light were one |
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Shadows of the morning light |
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Shadow of the evening sun |
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Till the shadows and light were one |
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True hunting's over, no herds to follow |
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Without game, men prey on each other |
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The family weakens, by the bites we swallow |
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True leaders gone, of land and people |
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We choose no kin, but adopted strangers |
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The family weakens, by the lengths we travel |
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And all of us with wings |
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All of us with wings |
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All of us with wings |
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All of us with wings |
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All of us with wings |
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All of us with wings |
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Erotic Jesus, lays with his Marys |
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Loves his Marys |
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Bits of puzzle, fitting each other |
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All now with wings |
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Oh my Marys |
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Never wonder |
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Night is shelter, for nudity's shiver |
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All now with wings |