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All hell's crashing down inside |
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The windows to the other side |
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Shimmering in rooms to quiet sighs of' |
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Oh well if it's happening there |
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It isn't here', and god appears to deal |
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A different hand to different tiers |
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But this play is not over yet |
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Hear the music of those marionettes |
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Beating drums down the quiet streets |
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Of ignorance and vain regrets |
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And all these fears swiftly come to pass |
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Presently she feels we're past |
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Cups of tea and optimistic prayers |
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Cos out there's our unholy mess |
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Gathering its long white dress |
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And marching down aisle to marry this |
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Matrimonial future bliss |
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Kiss the tide and hope it doesn't lift up your |
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Carpet woven from apathy and token frets |
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All Hell!But this play is not over yet |
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Hear the music of those marionettes |
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Beating drums down the quiet streets |
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Of ignorance and vain regrets |
