| Under a sky that spoke dryly and highly
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| Though some would say plainly, come given the view
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| Of dust devil prairies, a scary deluge
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| Poised to drum, thunderheads edged into blue
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| I fell in a bar, like the clouds from afar
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| Seemed no more a dream than the stars
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| Gambling, a Lamb of God, demons contest
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| Eighty proof truths, twenty-twenty the rest
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| A Dionysian pull
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| I’m a confident fool
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| Under the moonshine’s prowess
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| I rise again
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| Ten thousand men in chorus
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| Could not defend
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| Against nor bend this tempered Horus
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| And give or take
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| I break the sacred vow
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| This hour was never my goal
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| For on my knees
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| The thirst decrees
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| I now bow to the power of alcohol
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| Raised glasses praise spirits, a lyrical toast
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| To the Djinn in my veins and the unholy ghost
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| Fires are licking, the sickness inbred
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| The thrall of the bottle, full throttle ahead
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| I feel the spread of my wings
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| Across the spiteful mountainside
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| A dreaded raptor sings
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| Of delightful flames intensifying
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| Dark forces rule
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| The whinges of my flesh
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| Of course I fall
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| But always binge afresh
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| I rise again
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| Ten thousand men in chorus
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| Could not defend
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| Against nor bend this tempered Horus
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| And give or take
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| I break the sacred vow
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| This hour was never my goal
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| For on my knees
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| The thirst decrees
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| I now bow to the power of alcohol
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| Sekhmet save me
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| I am not the man that the plan has favoured
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| Opened gravely
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| I flounder onward drowned in bliss
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| Sekhmet save me
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| I am just a boy that the poison’s savoured
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| Opened gravely
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| I am but a slave to the abyss
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| I will rise again
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| I’ll plummet from the summit
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| But I’ll rise again
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| I will rise again
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| I’ll plummet from the summit
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| But I’ll rise again
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| I will rise again
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| I will rise again |