You're on your own now
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Dressed in armour
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If you run faster you'll forget
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They walked along the walls
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It was strange enough just to cause an itch
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To lie right through my teeth
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Except for my situation
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My love, I saw your war
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In the casting call
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On the way to Forum A.
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And dazzled flies and flying lines
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I know you never left the room, I know you
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Your on your own now
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Dressed in armour
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If you run faster you'll forget
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The strayers bite their tongues
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Cause they feel the tingling violence in their lungs
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But I was forced to speak, proclaiming Golden shapes
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They hissed out the window, the finger princed a royal colour
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Then I heard several gasps: "tell him to slither out!"
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Down, down down
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Where are the stirrings of old?
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I knew you had to last
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Your on your own now
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Dressed in armour
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If you run faster you'll forget
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How strange that our character is running from the very people who sent him away...
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It must be those that walk on the walls, those wall walkers put on a sick and frightful display...
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The Colour Eoptian
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Falling Up |