Was he badly mistaken or guided
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As he wondered his valley built in silence
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He'd cover his face to speak as he chewed off his finger, to the bone
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The haze of his coloured days
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That march of content as his dignity splits to unveil
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His bitter sweetness
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The town would shudder and stare
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At his presence with a single glare
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As he makes his way through
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The local square
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And he says to them
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'Your a broken fence, in the yard of annoyance'
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'Your a broken fence, in the yard of annoyance'
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Annoyance
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Hang the cyst
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Hang the cyst
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Hang the cyst
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The first time in pace or in math
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Was at the sight of his wilting noose
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And the chance will soon reduce to an angry silence
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He escaped in the shock of the snap
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His wonderful vanishing act
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Was a spectacle but not what anyone expected
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The route was planned as much as the broachpin dagger
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The route was planned as much as the broachpin dagger
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Catch the cyst
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Catch the cyst
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Catch the cyst
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Catch the cyst
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Hang The Cyst
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| The Last Shadow Puppets |
