The bells ring out above my room
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and announcement of our loss
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and in the act three men decide
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and indefinite epilogue.
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My letters have all gone
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a journey that's unsure
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a message that was rich
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a hand that was poor.
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Oh have me breath and let me go
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cause I don't want you to know
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cause I don't want you to know.
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Oh I don't want you, want you, want you.
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My own description may have failed
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torn from pictures that were saved
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along with images from words
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that were saved and not erased
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the shelves arranged above my head
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a memory of my fears
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blankets hold the smell of life
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and soak the many years.
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Oh have me breath and let me go
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cause I don't want you to know
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cause I don't want you to know.
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Oh I don't want you, want you, want you.
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Oh missionary are you here.
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Sun doesn't burn when the water comes
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but water doesn't come like the English rain
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they bury their heads for self defence
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a marked improvement through diligence
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we are alone against our sins
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alone against our sins
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alone against our sins.
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Vacant rooms that are full of men
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that sit on the stools awaiting time
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discussion leads to little sense
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they bury their heads for self defence
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we are alone against our sins
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alone against our sins
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alone against our sins.
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