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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 |
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Empty of my colour |
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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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'cept 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, to a mound near a railway line, |
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with canals and a freezing swamp. He climbs high up above the countryside |
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and breathes freely. To the south he could see Polesworth, and to the |
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north he could just make out the ruins of the priory where Joss and I |
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played cricket as children. We were only three miles away, probably drinking |
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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 out of |
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the bag. 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 |
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through. And then he reached down, and he took the bag. |
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It's a plastic bag |
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With plastic handles |
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And plastic sides |
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and |
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and |
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And |
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ANd |
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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 |