| Caught in a trap about to break down,
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| Voices in my head sing out,
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| It seemed like forever,
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| When I looked out across the town,
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| The sound of bells ringing out,
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| Still no change with the weather
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| It’s been pouring for days,
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| Pouring for day’s,
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| And I hear voices from the grave
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| If I show a little empathy,
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| Then there’s a chance I hope,
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| I’d give you a life you’ve never known,
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| My Joan of Arc
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| So I went back to tell the tale,
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| Choking on my own betrayal,
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| Tried to make things better
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| It’s been pouring for days,
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| Pouring for day’s,
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| And I hear voices from the grave
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| If I show a little empathy,
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| Then there’s a chance I hope,
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| I’d give you a life you’ve never known,
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| My Joan of Arc
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| I made a mistake…
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| It’s been pouring for days,
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| Pouring for day’s,
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| And I hear voices from the grave
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| If I show a little empathy,
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| Then there’s a chance I hope,
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| I’d give you a life you’ve never known,
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| My Joan of Arc,
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| Joan of Arc |