| Cold is the wind, starless the night
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| Rain pouring down when the last one arrives
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| So many stories telling of pain
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| Are told by the freaks they’ve been throwing away
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| Ride out, set off to the sea
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| Odd fellows, you and me
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| Sail on to a world far away
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| That might not exist, we must be insane
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| Torn and feathered
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| Put in the pillory my friend
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| Accused as a fool marching on
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| In quest for a place they don’t know
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| To Jerusalem
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| The piper inside, can’t you feel him calling
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| You don’t be afraid of the horizon
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| To Jerusalem
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| Don’t you give in to their fingers pointing
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| So don’t be afraid, you won’t crash at the horizon
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| The dwarf and the giant, children who stray
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| The dreamer who’s walking far off their way
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| A jester cast out, he can’t laugh anymore
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| Here comes the freakshow: Welcome on board!
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| Torn and feathered
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| They’ll never get what you say
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| Kill what they don’t understand
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| Don’t know and don’t even try
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| To Jerusalem
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| The piper inside, can’t you feel him calling
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| You don’t be afraid of the horizon
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| To Jerusalem
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| Don’t you give in to their fingers pointing
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| So don’t be afraid, you won’t crash at the horizon
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| Torn and feathered
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| Put in the pillory my friend
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| Accused as a fool marching on
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| In quest for a place they don’t know
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| To Jerusalem
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| The piper inside, can’t you feel him calling
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| You don’t be afraid
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| Of the horizon
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| To Jerusalem
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| Don’t you give in to their fingers pointing
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| So don’t be afraid
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| You won’t crash at the horizon |