| "He hath come to the bosom of his beloved
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| Smiling on him, she beareth him to highest heav'n
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| With yearning heart"
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| "On thee we gaze, O' gold-wing'd messenger of mighty Gods"
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| Gold-winged angel
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| Go home, don't tell
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| Anyone what you are
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| You're sacred and they're starved
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| And their art is gettin' dark
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| And there you are to tear apart
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| Tear apart, tear apart, tear apart
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| You better keep your head down-down
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| Da-da-down-down, da-da-down-down
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| Better keep your head down-down
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| Da-da-down-down, da-da-down-down
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| They're gonna tell you what you wanna hear
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| Then they're gonna disappear
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| Gonna claim you like a souvenir
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| Just to sell you in a year
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| You better keep your head down-down
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| Da-da-down-down, da-da-down-down
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| Keep your head down-down (Down)
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| Da-da-down-down, da-da-down-down
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| Better keep your head down-down
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| Da-da-down-down, da-da-down-down
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| Keep your head down-down
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| Da-da-down-down, da-da-down-down
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| That's good |