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The bells ring out above my room |
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And announcement of our loss |
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And in the act three men decide |
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And indefinite epilogue. |
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My letters have all gone |
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A journey that's unsure |
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A message that was rich |
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A hand that was poor. |
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Oh have me breath and let me go |
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Cause i don't want you to know |
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Cause i don't want you to know. |
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Oh i don't want you, want you, want you. |
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My own description may have failed |
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Torn from pictures that were saved |
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Along with images from words |
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That were saved and not erased |
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The shelves arranged above my head |
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A memory of my fears |
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Blankets hold the smell of life |
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And soak the many years. |
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Oh have me breath and let me go |
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Cause i don't want you to know |
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Cause i don't want you to know. |
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Oh i don't want you, want you, want you. |
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Oh missionary are you here. |
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Sun doesn't burn when the water comes |
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But water doesn't come like the english rain |
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They bury their heads for self defence |
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A marked improvement through diligence |
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We are alone against our sins |
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Alone against our sins |
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Alone against our sins. |
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Vacant rooms that are full of men |
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That sit on the stools awaiting time |
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Discussion leads to little sense |
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They bury their heads for self defence |
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We are alone against our sins |
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Alone against our sins |
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Alone against our sins. |
