| A situation that’s easily corrected
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| But rarely thought of in advance
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| All the technology ever dreamt of
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| But here there is no light
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| Hands up, here’s the guns
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| Where there is manslaughter
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| There are also friends gather in the murk
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| Sparse light has no appeal
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| The overbearing darkness
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| Would seem appropriate
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| But does not our filth hide
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| Faceless unimaginable keeper
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| Red notes upon the doors
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| An enigmatic whittler of fortune
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| Exhausted by our prayersA situation that’s easily corrected
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| But rarely thought of in advance
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| All the technology ever dreamt of
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| But here there is no light
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| Hands up, here’s the guns
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| Where there is manslaughter
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| There are also friends gather in the murk
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| Sparse light has no appeal
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| The overbearing darkness
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| Would seem appropriate
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| But does not our filth hide
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| Faceless unimaginable keeper
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| Red notes upon the doors
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| An enigmatic whittler of fortune
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| Exhausted by our prayers |