A white light blazing deep
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Through the wasteland searching we
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Soaring birds now hunt the brow
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As thirsty gripped with hunger now
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Clear sighted painful ends to win
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The battle of the me so wafer thin
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The line between the devil's teeth
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And that which cannot be repeat
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Push me in take me t'ward
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The subject in the subject taught
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A war without a war within
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Join head and heart for to begin
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Bemused we flinch no easy work
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For invited me are loath to shirk
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The line between the devil's teeth
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And that which cannot be repeat
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War Work
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War Work
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War Work
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Hey man, how will you feel
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When all you have and all you own
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Is your only true friend
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When above you in the firmament
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Flow the blood of the prophets
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Out of your reach
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From your aching speech
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The Line Between the Devil's Teeth
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| Peter Murphy |
