| Click your fingers applauding the play
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| Such clear clear nights and clear days
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| Cause lightning never flashes our way
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| If you click your fingers applauding the play
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| Fat kings and queens all eating their grapes
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| Blood and blaspheme not upon the door drapes
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| Scream out for murder, scream out for hate
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| If you click your fingers applauding the play
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| And from the horizons the wrath boot’s not down
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| Clear skies sometimes the clouds so inviting
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| Such a friendly sound
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| Temples arising are not raked
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| Columns not shattered by any earthquakes
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| The seas and famine are all their own brake
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| If you click your fingers applauding the play
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| And from the horizons the wrath boot’s not down
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| Clear skies sometimes the clouds so inviting
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| Such a friendly sound |