| He caught a train from Alexandria, just a broken man in flight
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| Runnin' scared with his devils, sayin' prayers all through the night
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| Oh but mercy can’t find him, not in the shadows where he calls
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| Forsakin' all his better angels: that’s how every empire falls
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| Bells ring out on Sunday morning like echoes from another time
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| All our innocence and yearning and sense of wonder left behind
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| Oh gentle hearts remember, What was that story? |
| Is it lost?
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| For when religion loses vision, that’s how every empire falls
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| He toasts his wife and all his family, the providence he brought to bear
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| They raise their glasses in his honor although this union they don’t share
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| A man who lives among them was still a stranger to them all
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| For when the heart is never open, that’s how every empire falls
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| Padlock the door and board the windows, put the people in the street
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| «It's just my job,» he says, «I'm sorry,» and draws a check, goes home to eat
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| But at night he tells his woman, «I know I hide behind the laws»
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| She says, «You're only taking orders»: that’s how every empire falls
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| A bitter wind blows through the country, a hard rain falls on the sea
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| If terror comes without a warning, there must be something we don’t see
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| What fire begets this fire? |
| Like torches thrown into the straw?
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| If no one asks, no one will answer: that’s how every empire falls |