| Rebel my love, some day we shall overcome
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| But the sickness bites hard, and yes the razor’s old
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| Of their portions, rashes, surrender, kill every first-born son
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| We were kneeling, dressed for burial, reaching for the name
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| Heard voices laughing the spirit in the plight of the living dead
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| Of course at the bottom of my glass made it clear what they had said
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| Is death a song in the tinder box
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| The stone has turned away
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| I can’t remember god when i…
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| And i’m drunk all day
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| X x x x x x
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| Before i leave you bring the demons out
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| Your beauty seemed not to mind the fever
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| Hung on the midwife’s jaw
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| We were kneeling, dressed for burial, reaching for the name
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| Heard voices laughing the spirit, and the plight of the living dead
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| I can’t remember god when i…
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| And i’m drunk all day
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| Some said i was wrong to dream that way
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| I was wrong to dream that way
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| And some made light of death and sorrow
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| Light of death and sorrow
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| But death is glory now
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| Death is glory now |