| Spring in Macedonia
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| The last clean pocket on a blood soaked coat
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| In a state of claustrophobia
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| Waiting for the rain to wash it all out
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| Fear in their eyes, did the crucifix lie?
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| Did the words of the church run dry?
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| Fear in their eyes, did the crucifix lie?
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| Did the words of the church run dry?
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| Meeting on the road to Basra
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| You half blind in a blood soaked coat
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| Me I’m a fallen angel
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| Fallen from the burning tree of doubt
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| Fear in their eyes, did the crucifix lie?
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| Did the words of the church run dry?
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| Fear in their eyes, did the crucifix lie?
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| Did the words of the church run dry?
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| I’m a witness to the moon and the stars above
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| I’m aware of the crimson sky
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| I’m a witness to the crumbling walls as well
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| But I’m not your alibi
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| War is the last sensation
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| The final song with the longest note
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| Like a silence never broken
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| War is the book that nobody wrote
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| Fear in their eyes, did the crucifix lie?
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| Did the words of the church run dry?
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| Fear in their eyes, did the crucifix lie?
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| Did the words of the church run dry?
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| I’m a witness to the moon and the stars above
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| I’m aware of the crimson sky
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| I’m a witness to the crumbling walls as well
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| But I’m not your alibi |