You wake up in the suffocating out-of-it (Arabic ?) darkness
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Dragging the river of your very soul
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You emerge from troubled dreams
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With your head held very gently
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Think like clotted blood in a golden bone
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Who's promised you that ? Who's paying for it ? What's waiting out there ?
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The soldiers in the village were sleeping in the sun
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The White Star Line comes steaming in upon it's midnight run
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You're standing in the mirror, that reflection is insane
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My love is the peace which takes away the pain
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All of you must fly out, out of this life of nightmares
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Whose spirit breath surrounds you, in the blackened night
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The horses are uneasy
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The weapon is untried
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You'll have to go on guessing 'til you reach the other side
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Who's promised you that ?
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Who's paying for it ?
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What's waiting out there ?
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The monkeys in the jungle are playing with a gun
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The White Star Line comes steaming in upon it's midnight run
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You're reaching for the lifebuoy which the night has neatly ??slain??
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My love is the peace which takes away the pain
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Up you go, you're drifting
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Up you go, you're floating
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Over Tunisia
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Over Spain
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Over Germany
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Over Poland
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Over Scandinavia
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Back Again
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Who's promised you that ?
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Who's paying for it ?
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What's waiting out there ?
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The notices and frescoes have faded in the sun
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The White Star Line comes steaming in upon it's midnight run
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You can't believe it's over with no loss or gain
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My love is the peace which takes away the pain
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White Star Line
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| The Church |
