I'm burning like an effigy in here:
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The summer's come to haunt me.
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And I know I'm not the sacrificial deer,
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But I wish you could've warned me
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Of the Phrygian Lion,
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With his excellent eyesight,
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At the gate of our love.
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I understood the chemistry of peace;
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You covered me in warpaint.
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When Moses was a whisper in the reeds
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I carved you in the floodplain
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By the Phrygian Lion,
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With his excellent eyesight,
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At the gate of our love.
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Under sweet autumnal skins is our myth dispelled.
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In your strange and simple way.
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And the Phrygian Lion,
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With his excellent eyesight,
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Is what makes it our love.
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And the Phrygian Lion,
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With his excellent eyesight,
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At the gate of our love.
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Shield Your Eyes
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| Dry The River |