| Here today the red sky tells his tale
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| But the only listening eyes are mine
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| There is peace amongst the hills
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| And the night will cover all my pride
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| Blest are they who smile from bodies free
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| Seems to me like any other crowd
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| Who are waiting to be saved
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| Wait, there still is time for washing in the pool
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| Wash away the past
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| Moon, my long-lost friend, is smiling from above
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| Smiling at my tears
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| Come, we’ll walk the path to take us to my home
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| Keep outside the night
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| The ice-cold knife has come to decorate the dead
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| Somehow
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| And each will find a home
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| And there will still be time
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| For loving, my friend
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| You are there
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| And will I wait for ever, beside the silent mirror
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| And fish for bitter minnows amongst the weeds and slimy water?
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| I said I want to sit down
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| I said I want to sit down
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| I want a drink, I want a drink
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| To take all the dust and the dirt from my throat
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| I want a drink, I want a drink
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| To wash out the filth that is deep in my guts
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| I want a drink
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| Then let us drink
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| Then let us smile
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| Then let us go |