After the demise of our beloved leader
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Everybody knew that something had to give
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Cassandra she told me
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But no-one would believe her
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I wish I had helped her more than I did
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We tried to overcome the threat of the monster
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We tried to kneel down and call up the beast
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Maria she told me
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That her kid had just appeared one day
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I just can't tell who I adore the least
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The rivers run astray
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Ricochet
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Night feels just like day
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Ricochet
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And everybody just walk away
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In one side of my mind resides a controller
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In one side of my mind revolves a/the relief
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And one pain in my brain remains unchanged
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I say you cannot explain the grief
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Once in a while when the wind has slowed down
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Me and the girls visit struggle town
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There's a shop down there
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Selling skulls (spells/stones) and powder
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But/we don't ask any questions about her/it
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You can't be a lover if you want to keep on using
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What are you using that's stronger than the love
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Sometimes I'm knocked out by the damage that you're doing
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Knocked out, locked out, push comes to shove
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Listen to the wind tearing at the windows
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Watching how the white moon melts into the cloud
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Important little tyrants, impotent little pharaohs
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Men/man of sorrows lost into the crowd
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The rivers run astray
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Ricochet
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Night feels just like day
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Ricochet
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Everybody walk away
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So if the ladies ask you over to play
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Just beware of the ricochet
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Ricochet
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The Church |