| Her phantom head! |
| Is thinking for all mankind I saw her portrait in the Mail
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| Her phantom head was directing the holiest of hunts
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| I made mistakes! |
| I lost an author, ooh, and then I lost a daughter’s awe
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| I don’t know how you’d affect it, more
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| Her phantom head, her phantom head
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| Line the streets, Diana, with armoured cars, oh column inch, timeless inch
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| Can you inch another centimetre closer to hearts and minds? |
| You’ll win them yet
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| And the young Diana, she waves inside a global grief, in a wind,
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| gonna Praia her, gonna Luz her, and the patterns emerge like germs,
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| lest we forget.
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| He told me, he told me
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| Her phantom head! |
| Is thinking for all mankind I saw her portrait in the Mail
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| Her phantom head was directing the holiest of hunts
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| I made mistakes! |
| I lost an author, ooh, and then I lost a daughter’s awe
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| I don’t know how you’d affect it, more
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| They’re ringing and ringing the Liberty Bell
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| And I can feel the heat, I can hear the heat, rising for
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| That Aryan Aryan Aryan knell
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| And mother looks away, father looks away, for a second.
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| (And her phantom head,) is rolling around some yard, while simultaneously wired.
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| Her phantom head! |
| Is thinking for all mankind I saw her portrait in the Mail
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| Her phantom head was directing the holiest of hunts
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| I made mistakes! |
| I lost an author, ooh, and then I lost a daughter’s awe
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| I don’t know how you’d affect it, more
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| Her phantom head, her phantom head, her phantom head, her phantom head
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| They’re ringing and ringing the Liberty Bell
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| That Aryan Aryan Aryan knell |