| First sight of the first good morning since you’ve been out of town
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| First time any violet omens don’t shadow me around
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| So you want part of the great white tyrant, of ghost after ghost?
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| Well you won’t stop and I know you’ll find it, halfway down the coast
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| You were never afraid of fighting, you blame an angry god
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| And when you see the first sign of violence, you bear it all as hard
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| When you held her son and wept I just felt jealous most of all
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| The best I had was near as bad as the sign of the rising fall
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| Though we’re only alive a short while
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| So many beneath my feet
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| All weather, you walk with me
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| And you were off on a wandering mile
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| I was holding a weak excuse
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| I was heavy beneath blue
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| Now you’re off to Victor on his ladder to the sky
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| And I’m left to sing it with you from my piece of the waterside
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| And you sang for the lost and gone who were young, and deserving more
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| And now I’m stood upright all night ready when you come in the door
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| Though we’re only alive a short while
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| So many beneath my feet
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| All weather, you walk with me
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| And you were off on a wandering mile
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| I was holding a weak excuse
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| I was heavy beneath blue
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| All I heard
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| Wait for the word
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| You’re coming with me |