( Hammill )
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Still waiting for my saviour, storms tear me limb from limb
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my fingers feel like seaweed, I'm so far out I'm too far in
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I am a lonely man / my solitude is true
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my eyes have borne stark witness and now my nights are
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numbered too:
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I've seen the smiles on dead hands
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the stars shine but they're not for me
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I prophesy disaster and then I count the cost
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I shine, but shining, dying, I know that I am almost lost
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On the table lies blank paper / and my tower is built on stone /
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I only have blunt scissors / I only have the bluntest home.
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I've been the witness, and the seal of death
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lingers in the molten wax that is my head
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When you see the skeletons of sailing-ship spars sinking low
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You'll begin to wonder if the points of all the ancients myths
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are solemnly directed straight at you.
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A Plague Of Lighthouse-Keepers:(i) Eyewitness
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| Van Der Graaf Generator |
