Standard bearers march to the tick of the clock
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It's a war against time when you're fronting the flock
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Determined resolute defiant and strong
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Noble and Savage know they belong
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In the heart of the city
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The battlefield of love a ruffled feathered bed
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From fluid moist lips the benediction's said
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You love them and leave them with yesterday's guilt
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Everything's on schedule in the empire that you built
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In the heart of the city
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You close a deal Thursday at 7.45
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The train home is empty you're the only man alive
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You throw away your clothes in a house of clouds
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The window is sealed the furniture in shrouds
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In the heart of the city
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In The Heart Of The City (Original Version)
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| Steve Hackett |
