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See history fade, it's crystal clear |
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Aurora what you doing here |
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Buttering the mouths of thieves |
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Shutter speed your bleeding leaves |
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In gardens in the orient |
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Likelihood is good and spent |
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Herod nods beneath the palms |
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Holds poor baby in his arms |
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Tunis and sardinia |
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The oceans growing hungrier |
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Beneath these walls we'll sleep tonight |
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Beneath this sky we'll glide so bright |
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And kings will come, years will pass |
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Stars burn cold beneath the glass |
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And days will glow in distant time |
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In this storied haze the zephyrs graze |
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In deserts where the dust storm blows |
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And lush black swamps where mandrake grows |
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We're marching laughing to the drum |
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Waiting for those kings to come |
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And kings will come and years will pass |
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Stars burn cold beneath the glass |
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And days will blow in distant time |
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In this storied haze the zephyrs graze |
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An infant with the voice of a crone |
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In nebuchanezzars parking zone |
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Calls out my lord your end is nigh |
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I didn't mean to make you cry |
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In deserts where the dust storm blows |
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And lush black swamps where mandrake grows |
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We're marching laughing to the drum |
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Waiting for those kings to come |
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The circus sun in nero eyes |
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The lions and the christians rise |
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Software sings and hardware hears |
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We're destined babe to live these years |
