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Hey, in the pouring rain |
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When the smell of terror brings a thousand eyes |
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The red men come again |
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They kill my children and they kill my wife |
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And then they leave me bleeding |
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Family dead, just freaking out bleeding |
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Stoned in the gutter, empty of my color |
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I'm fried, fried, ticking in the side |
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Body twitched from side to side |
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I'm fried, fried, ticking in the side |
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Body twitched from side to side |
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Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run |
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You've got to run for an hour and you're still not done |
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You've got to run, run, Reynard, run, run, run |
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Away, away, away, away, away |
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Hey, in the ice and snow |
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When the call up sounds to the real in deed |
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But do you really wanna know |
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How we rode into freedom on whimsy and greed? |
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And they said your time is over |
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I don't see any gallant calls |
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I don't see an inch of reflex |
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Accept to leave me bleeding |
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Bleeding, bleeding, bleeding |
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I'm fried, fried, ticking in the side |
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Body twitched from side to side |
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I'm fried, fried, ticking in the side |
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Body twitched from side to side |
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Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run |
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You've got to run for an hour and you're still not done |
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Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run |
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Away, away, away |
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Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run |
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You've got to run for an hour and you're still not done |
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Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run |
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Away, away, away, away, away |
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Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run |
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You've got to run for an hour and you're still not done |
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Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run |
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Away, away, away |
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Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run |
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You've got to run for an hour and you're still not done |
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Run, run, Reynard, run, run, run |
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Away, away, away, away, away |
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Reynard left and went to Warwickshire |
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To a mound near a railway line |
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With canals and a freezing swamp |
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He climbs high up above the countryside |
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And breathes freely |
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To the south he could see Polesworth |
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And to the north, he could just make out the ruins |
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Of the priory where Joss and I played cricket as children |
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We were only three miles away |
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Probably drinking tea and talking |
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Have you heard about the orphan, sitting by the coffin? |
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At the same time as he was taking the Stanley knife |
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Out of the bag |
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He pushed the point into his stomach |
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His Father's not a sinner no more |
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Until the light shone right through |
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And then he reached down and he took the bag |
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It's a plastic bag with plastic handles |
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And plastic sides and, and, and, and, and |
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He spilled his guts all over the stage |
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He spilled his guts all over the stage |