| Go!
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| Strange things happen in the nighttime hour
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| Yesterday"s buds are tomorrow"s flowers
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| Those who speak numbers, refuse the great forgiver
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| And powerful men raise their hands and deliver
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| All the superstitions to which we all cling
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| While high minds in Geneva ponder e8 vs. string
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| The sun hides itself concealing its grin
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| And waits for the dawn to reveal itself again.
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| Oh young cardinals
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| Nesting in the trees
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| Oh hear our songs
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| Reign your innocence on me One, two, three, four!
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| Strange things happen in the nighttime hours
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| White tails graze and wolves devour
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| Ghosts of old loves are blowing through the pines
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| Nicotine babies being born with no spines
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| The god of the sea is swinging his trident
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| We stoke our fires with the bones of tyrants
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| The sun, it retreats through the dust and the din
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| And waits for the dawn to reveal itself again
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| Oh young cardinals
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| Nesting in the trees
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| Oh hear our songs
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| Reign your innocence on me Young cardinals take flight
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| Return to nest in the black of night
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| There are things you were not meant to know
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| Young cardinals take flight
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| Return to nest in the black
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| of night
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| There are things you were not meant to know
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| Oh young cardinals
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| Nesting in the trees
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| Oh hear our songs
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| Reign your innocence on me Oh young cardinals
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| Oh young cardinals
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| Oh young cardinals
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| Oh young cardinals
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