(Jem Finer)
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The guests are stood in silence
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They stare and drink their wine
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On the wall the canvas hangs
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Frozen there in time
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They marvel at the beauty
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The horror and despair
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At the wake of the Medusa
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No one shed a tear
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Sit my friends and listen
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Put your glasses down
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Sit my friends and listen
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To the voices of the drowned
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In the moonlight's ghostly glow
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I waken in a dream
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Once more upon that raft I stand
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Upon a raging sea
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In my ears the moans and screams
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Of the dying ring
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Somewhere in the darkness
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The siren softly sings
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Out there in the waves she stands
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And smiling there she calls
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As the lightning cracks the sky
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The wind begins to howl
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The architects of our doom
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Around their tables sit
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And in their thrones of power
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Condemn those they've cast adrift
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Echoes down the city street
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Their harpies laughter rings
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Waiting for the curtain call
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Oblivious in the wings
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The casket is empty
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Abandon ye all hope
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They ran off with the money
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And left us with the rope
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The Wake Of The Medusa
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| The Pogues |
