| The morning dawned and I logged on
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| The poisoned fruit of the devil’s spawn
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| There was nothing sacred as far as I could see
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| There was nothing sacred as far as I could see
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| The libertine’s dream in virtual reality
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| I took a walk to clear my head
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| Like a snake with a skin to shed
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| If I could break out I surely would
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| But there’s a stake-out in my neighborhood
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| And my getaway car’s got away for good
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| I’ll take a train, I’ll take a plane
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| Away up north where they know my name
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| But they don’t bug me the way that some folks do
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| I’ll take this guitar, I’ll maybe start anew
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| Cos otherwise I’ll stay down here and stew
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| Upon a Hill of Many Stones
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| Five miles south of the Great Grey Cairns
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| I felt the full force of five thousand years
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| I felt the full force of five thousand years
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| And I felt the sting of time’s eternal tears
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| The libertine’s dream in virtual reality
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| And I called this song my liberteenage rag |