behind the bric and brac
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there will be no lookin' back
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and between hell and hello
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there will be no lettin' go
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no there won't
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and you can't be serious
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no you can't
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you won't really do him in
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well you might
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hey this all seems like a joke
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yes it does, but it's not
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where I laugh before you've spoke
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stuttered words
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poisoned love
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And the trumpets lean and barren
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and the sirens shrill and darin'
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on the day that I......
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and your people all will say
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what they want, what they will
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and the tower bells will rage
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from the top of the hill
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and the crows they all will crow
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what they crow
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what they know
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and the crows they all will crow
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"gotta go"
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"gotta go"
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And the trumpets lean and barren
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and the sirens shrill and darin'
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on the day that I.....
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the day that I stop carin'
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On the Day
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The Walkabouts |