(Spoken Intro)
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People
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This is not a film
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This is my song
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Now pick up your shovel and
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Dig
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I don't want to bring your Gods down babe
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I don't want to bring your Gods down babe
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Their flesh and blood for you too real
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The wine that flows from their nostrils
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Too red
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Their master strokes too fundamental
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Their saint soaked cathedrals too done
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I don't want to bring your Gods down babe
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I don't want to bring your Gods down babe
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The ferocity of their cat claws too steel
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And we the weak kneed weeds of their
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Weaker breed never paused to feel
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We're not the masters of the land we survey
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But I guess you'd come to that conclusion
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When you're ready in your own time anyway
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I don't want to bring your Gods down babe
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I don't want to bring your Gods down babe
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Because their armour and their crest cuts too deep
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And the cold landcliffs where they rest are far too steep
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But I just wanna say to you that like your
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Gods, your guilt and your beliefs I too wanna be
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With you 'til the very end babe
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I Don't Want To Bring Your Gods Down
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| Terence Trent D'arby |
