Well they landed in the morning and burned down the bridge
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And shut out the windows at the place where I lived
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They took the man who does the laundry down town
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And tied up his legs with an old dressing gown
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That they found
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And they took the silver dolphin and the crown of the king
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That we hid deep within the palace last spring
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It was while they were running through the sunday great wall
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I saw the map of Tadaloora on the tapestry wall
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I saw it fall , now hold me like you always knew me
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And close your eyes but look right to me
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It feels as though I always knew you
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But I've been right here and you're from Chaluchuru
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Tonight you took out some weapons we did not fight back
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We never attempted a counter attack
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We just sang out our anthem land of the fog
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Where the notes and the barks of the pimples were dark
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And the oinks from his hogs
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As the spirits leave our bodies to fly with the doves
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I pass the white granite and higher above
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To a house on the rocks where the pianist grow
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I'll hold you forever and never let go
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Wedding Day Massacre
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Phantom Buffalo |