I beg to differ
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To break the chain
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To draw a line right through
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Tomorrow
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And cancel every claim
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I've seen reflections
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Beneath my skin
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And drums beating for battle
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In the eyes of children
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And turning it over
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Right down
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Where the eye don't see no colour
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Where the war don't make a sound
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Ice on the shoulder
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Noel
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Praise the Lord above
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And sell sell sell
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Oh violent flowers
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You fill the screen
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Betray your mother
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And change your name
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So tall and fickle
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And blind as snow
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Running headfirst for oblivion
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Cause you've nowhere else to go
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And turning it over
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Right down
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Where the eye don't see no colour
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Where the war don't make a sound
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Ice on the shoulder
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Noel
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Praise the Lord above
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And sell sell sell
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In chill of winter
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In dead of night
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Each so familiar with the hunger
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That they got no appetite
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They talk of loving
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I hear her say
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That as fast as I can give it
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He's taking it away
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And turning it over
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Right down
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Where the eye don't see no colour
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Where the war don't make a sound
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Ice on the shoulder
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Noel
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Praise the Lord above
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And sell sell sell
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And turning it over
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Right down
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Where the eye don't see no colour
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Where the war don't make a sound
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Ice on the shoulder
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Noel
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Praise the Lord above
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And sell sell sell
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A weeping willow
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The desert wind
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So many learn to swallow
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So few to understand
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The deepest longing
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This cup of faith
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Where to put them in a world
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Where no innocence is safe
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Sell Sell Sell
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David Gray |