| Four thousand monks in a maelstrom
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| All crying out for release
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| Three cheers for old Mother Hailsham
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| She’s sticking to her beliefs
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| A hundred ships took to the high seas
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| Intent on sailing the world
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| They might have known that a rainy sky
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| Would scatter swine before pearls
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| One by One, the Centaur is breaking its chains
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| And, after all, we’re blood and flesh and pain
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| Cover it up high, cover it up low
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| Cerebus stirring
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| Finally learning
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| Lamplighters' torches extinguish
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| The flames of our fate
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| Six sturdy Bold held the Tiber
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| Across the stakes they did swarm
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| And in a chance he was leaving
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| Throughout his watch he was warming their guards
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| I met a man on a spreading kite
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| Who set his course for the sun
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| But when I asked what he’d found up there
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| He said he’d just been for fun
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| Hour by hour, the Jigsaw is piecing together
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| In fear and dread, we wait the final act
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| Gathering up high, gathering up low
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| See how the earth quakes
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| Watch as the crust breaks
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| Beating the air as the hot wind
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| Comes blowing my way
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| A million men marched on Memphis
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| To pay respect to their King
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| But when they came to Fort Lauderville
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| They found they all had to sing — So we’re
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| Getting so much wiser, it’s so much fun |