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Several conversations |
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Bleed you right down to doll-size |
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Hold on confrontations |
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Danger calls out to starry skies |
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Blue-eyed, blue-eyed William |
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Hammers your holy corner |
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Christ died 'cos people killed him |
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You need just one to warn ya |
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Sold on the opposition |
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Crazy about their shows of force |
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Changing to a new position |
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The map says you're sailing way off course |
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Gone off of your own volition |
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Old boys told you to get a horse |
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Blue-eyed, blue-eyed William |
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Forging his new estate of |
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Counting to seven million |
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Takes up all his leisure |
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Some say it's conversation |
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But you hear incoherent cries |
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Like static between two stations |
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William insists it ain't just noise |
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Blue-eyed, blue-eyed William |
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He's guarded and he's wary |
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These noises, do they serve a purpose? |
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Or are they merely arbitrary? |
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Blue-eyed, blue-eyed William |
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He's clinging to royal wreckage |
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How could they cram so much goodness |
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Into such a tiny package? |
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Blue-eyed William, blue-eyed William |
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Blue-eyed William, blue-eyed William |
