(Bachman-Cummings)
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Trinkets worn with colours matching, 'saddened eyes' has lost its magic touch
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People from a distant hill have crossed an ever-stretching sea of sand
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Artificial flowers cannot die for life within them is illusion
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Talisman, talisman grace my hand
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Talisman grace my hand.
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Figures made of pedigrees control the non-existent soul of John Smith
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Walk the creature let it run but slacken not the rope to which it’s bound
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Ships in bottles cannot sail and neither can a tombstone kill a feather
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Talisman, talisman grace my hand
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Talisman grace my hand.
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Kings are nothing more without the glory and the wealth behind their thinking
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Let me feel the choice of seeing dawn or setting sun before I die
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Myriads of painted faces rush behind the eye of the uncertain
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Talisman, talisman grace my hand
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Talisman grace my hand.
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(Recitative)
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Let me live only to do
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And let me do only to live
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My steel image comes with the sun
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And that’s where it slumbers now.
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Talisman, talisman grace my hand
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Talisman grace my hand.
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Talisman
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| The Guess Who |
