Chaos. Hysteria. Madness Millennial,
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Men like flies in every corner.
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Hell-on-Earth and End-of-Time
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These times and these places must be all wrong
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It's too damn hot or too damn cold, we must get out -
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So down we go:
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Avalon! Avalon! Avalon! Avalon!
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Avalon! Avalon! Avalon! Avalon!
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Would you tell me which way the wind... blows?
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A second chance. A Second Coming.
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A second earth, a second birth, none of us will live to see.
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Now choose your side... Now choose your arms...
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Now if you are with me, I can show the way -
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Let us seize the day!
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Avalon! Avalon! Avalon! Avalon!
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Avalon! Avalon! Avalon! Avalon!
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Would you tell me which way the wind...
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Beggars moan in every corner
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Avalon! Preachers preach: "The End is Nigh!"
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Avalon! Infected blood, infested land,
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Avalon! No World Without an End!
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Avalon! Now, I don't want to heal the world!
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Avalon! And I don't want to drop the bomb!
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Avalon! For it seems so close, yet so far away
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Avalon! There somewhere, Avalon!
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Would you tell me which way the wind... blows?
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Avalon
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| The Black League |
