| A stranger came by traveling
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| And he went to every door
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| He said he’d lost his people
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| He’d come to look for more
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| And many did believe him
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| As he talked upon the square
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| The spell he wove upon us
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| Fills my body with despair
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| And in his eyes
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| Was the flame of the west
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| Until it burns
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| He never rests
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| He had the voice of an angel
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| And the face of a saint
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| And though they fell behind him
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| I knew what it was he meant
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| His eyes where full of demons
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| As he made his message clear
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| He strode the world like Caesar
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| With a trident held as fear
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| And in his eyes
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| Was the flame of the west
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| Until it burns
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| He never rests
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| It’s just how it’s always been
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| One man with a ruling dream
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| And everyone falls for him
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| Heroines in an ancient film
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| It’s just how it’s always been
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| One man with a ruling dream
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| And everyone falls for him
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| Heroines in an ancient film
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| Called the flame of the west
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| Look out for that stranger
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| If you pass him on your way
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| He never sees a danger
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| In the darkening of the day
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| There will be dollars in his hand
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| He has all hell to pay
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| And he will pass them to you
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| If you promise you will stay
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| And in his eyes
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| Was the flame of the west
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| Until it burns
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| He never rests |