Arms--aching like an arrow
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Wounded wing
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Shot--sinking like a sparrow
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Spiteful king
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Drowning hopeless in the water
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Diving in the clouds
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Crumble to the ground for
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We're all upside down
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Chased--eaten by the empire
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Silk and sin
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Blocked--broken by the church choir
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They won't sing
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Barricaded in the graveyard
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Shields of the holy dead
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Who can stop the army
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Spill the blood they shed
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Black--darker than the evening
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Colder than snow
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White--brighter than the daylight
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Flowers won't grow
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Someone should have mixed
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The paint pot a wonderful grey
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Just talk amongst yourselves
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There's so much to say
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Who's listening to idiots anyway
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Idiots
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| Marty Willson-Piper |
