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Holding up the bank in Belgrade |
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She lost her mind between the battle lines. |
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And the telephone rings. A bell rung out |
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As they talk about 16 kids gone in a school yard. |
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The papers read, she shakes her head. |
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And I said in the darkest night, |
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Come the darkest days. In the worst of ways. |
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Close that town for good, the plagues here. |
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The skin from beneath all the way to the mouths that feed. |
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Then they're filtered clear, the boys will try. |
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In the judge's eye. Get out while you can, |
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She tells me you're wasting time. That's fine. |
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In the darkest night |
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Come the darkest days, in the worst of ways. |
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From the silent cry, to the naked eye, |
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She waves goodbye. |
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Holding up the bank in Belgrade |
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I played a tune, when, how, did it happen soon? |
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She said now we find a way to make it down |
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The place smokes and the palace burns |
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And the world keeps turning around, and around yeah. |
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Around, and it's bringing me down. |
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In the darkest night, |
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Come the darkest days. |
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And the last bell rings out. |
