| Now the candle’s in the window and it’s open
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| We watch the flames duke it out
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| With every gust and we’re hoping
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| No it must just burn
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| To the bottom of the wick
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| It’s the bottom of the 5th and that shit is still burning
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| We’re still turning every table when it’s needed
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| Not laying there defeated
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| No, we draw our bows back repeatedly
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| Then off with the arrows
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| And the Gods, and the Pharaohs
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| From the bottom of our hearts
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| We’re from the bottom of the barrel
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| Cause peril knows no bounds
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| And terror won’t slow down
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| But there’s a whole low down of beauty to be shown now
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| We broke ground
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| And broke our backs stacking bricks
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| We never broke our promises
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| You’ll never know just half of it
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| We’re adamant on building every wall and stair sturdy
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| And when our work is done
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| Then we’ll call our shares worthy
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| In the land of milk and honey
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| We’re too shy to say we’re thirsty
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| We just make a little money and we…
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| We buy a little mercy
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| No more my lord
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| No more my lord
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| Lord I’ll never turn back
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| No more my lord
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| Now the candle’s in the window and it’s open
|
| We watch the flames duke it out
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| With every gust and we’re hoping
|
| No it must just burn
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| To the bottom of the wick
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| It’s the bottom of the 5th and that shit is still burning
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| If you welcome every trespass
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| Then every tramp’s a guest
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| Give what they would take from you
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| Then every theft’s a gift
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| Hold too tightly to what’s in your hands or in your chest
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| And the future, it won’t open
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| Palm readers can’t work fists
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| Broken bones are stronger for the breaking
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| No, the danger’s in the bending
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| Those concessions that you never can take back
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| Curl you round a cane you’re still intact
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| But now quite lame
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| Better to grit your teeth
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| Ready the cast and let it snap
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| We’re always first to come in
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| We’re running when we hit the ground
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| We never do leave early
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| Stand sentry at the lost and found
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| We just make a little money and we…
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| We start that long walk into town
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| Where we buy a little mercy
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| No more my lord
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| No more my lord
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| Lord I’ll never turn back
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| No more my lord
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| So no more talk about the backfires
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| This time we fire back
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| Light a match and light the past up before it catches up
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| We’ll raise a mast and cast off
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| Yeah, we’ll break some legs, we’ll mend em
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| And then we’ll take the casts off
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| We’ve had our losses
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| We’ve had our victories
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| We’ve sat across from every victim of their misery
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| That pounding in our chests
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| Was just a symptom of our sympathy
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| We’ll lay ourselves to rest
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| With both our winnings and our injuries
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| We’re so hungry
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| We’re so thirsty
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| I’m gonna hunt until it hurts me
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| And it hurts me…
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| And it’s aching
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| It’s aching…
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| We’re so thirsty
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| We’re gonna make a little money and we’ll…
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| We’ll buy a little mercy
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| No more my lord
|
| No more my lord
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| Lord I’ll never turn back
|
| No more my lord
|
| Now the candle’s in the window and it’s open
|
| We watch the flames duke it out
|
| With every gust and we’re hoping
|
| No it must just burn
|
| To the bottom of the wick
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| It’s the bottom of the 5th and that shit is still burning |