(Lyrics: Janey Diamond/music: Gold-Bloss)
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When the sirens sing again...
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He is sitting on a hill
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A vapid night is crawling through the vale
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The trees are fangs of transiency
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The demons forge hammers and nails
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When the sirens sing again...
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He will travel all the ways
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That lead to the unknown lands
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Time has distorted his view
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An amen in his due
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When the sirens sing again...
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Sirens
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| Alphaville |
