We sharpen and sharpen the pen
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At night, like a spear
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We write, we breathe, we sing
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Above roofs and crowns
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Only wade, how many rivers
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This is a goddamn rap
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This is crazy rock
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Into my curved horn
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We sharpen and sharpen the pen
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At night, like a spear
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We write, we breathe, we sing
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Above roofs and crowns
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Only wade, how many rivers
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This is a goddamn rap
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This is crazy rock
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Into my curved horn
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Roland's horn
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Veins play on the temples,
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But for now I'm dead to you
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For me you are still alive
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Life will remain for the herds
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Launch Periscope
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Death follows me in the footsteps
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Stop my run - stop
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So it's our business, brother
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In desperation - a pipe
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I remember I was able to take
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For abilities - three "yes"
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I remember how to sing
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Inspire and fight side by side
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But my whip broke
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The horse was hit by a projectile
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We sharpen and sharpen the pen
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At night, like a spear
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We write, we breathe, we sing
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Above roofs and crowns
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Only wade, how many rivers
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This is a goddamn rap
|
This is crazy rock
|
Into my curved horn
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We sharpen and sharpen the pen
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At night, like a spear
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We write, we breathe, we sing
|
Above roofs and crowns
|
Only wade, how many rivers
|
This is a goddamn rap
|
This is crazy rock
|
Into my curved horn
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Roland's horn
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Will blow with the last strength
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Bring them the breeze
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I lie with a spear in the mud
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I put everything on the card, but how many of these cards?
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And I'm only afraid that somehow Karl won't listen to me
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Among the noise, voices
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Through a string of years
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I left the spikelet
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You pick - leave the bread
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I beg you just be
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For you my trill voice
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I present my chest
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To shoot arrows!
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Let the lines roll
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Just poured a fool gift
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But held in my hand
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Microphone like Durendal!
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I believe a sighted one will not go blind and add a tome,
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And I have one last thing left to blow into my Oliphant!
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We sharpen and sharpen the pen
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We write, we breathe, we sing
|
Only wade, how many rivers
|
This is crazy rock
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We sharpen and sharpen the pen
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(At night, like a spear)
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We write, we breathe, we sing
|
(Above roofs and crowns)
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Only wade, how many rivers
|
(This is a goddamn rap)
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This is crazy rock
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(Into my curved horn)
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We sharpen and sharpen the pen
|
At night, like a spear
|
We write, we breathe, we sing
|
Above roofs and crowns
|
Only wade, how many rivers
|
This is a goddamn rap
|
This is crazy rock
|
Into my curved horn
|
We sharpen and sharpen the pen
|
At night, like a spear
|
We write, we breathe, we sing
|
Above roofs and crowns
|
Only wade, how many rivers
|
This is a goddamn rap
|
This is crazy rock
|
Into my curved horn
|
Roland's horn
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Roland's horn
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Roland's horn
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Roland's horn |