| Good evening, may we say again
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| How pleased we are that you’ve come in
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| The day was long, your bed was soft
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| Still there’s some names we’re crossing off
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| It says here by your file you
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| Have been so loyal, brave, and true
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| We need not fret, you need not fear
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| And so we come to why you’re here
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| The torch committee now confirms
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| The truth of rumors lately heard
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| That there come monsters in our midst
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| Well-disguised and carefully hid
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| Anywhere and anyone
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| The root of every evil done
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| But you will help us root them out
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| The torch committee has no doubt
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| We see your hands and legs are tied
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| In clearest breach of by-law five
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| And left here in this little room
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| In clearest breach of by-law two
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| And though you know that we take pains
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| The process of the law remains
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| All technicalities aside
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| You’ll see our hands are also tied
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| For us, the job brings only pain
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| To see you naked in these chains
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| To see you naked where you stand
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| Where so many others have
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| Imagine how it feels each day
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| To send so many men a way
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| But see we’ve got a job and we
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| Must dot each «i» and cross each «t»
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| Something’s horribly amiss
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| How else could you be on our list
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| Still we all know directive twelve
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| All those so named must prove themselves
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| To hungry mob and angry crowd
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| Young men making families proud
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| By means not meant for light of day
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| We wish there was a softer way
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| Wait, suppose that we untie
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| Your hands to sign upon this line
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| To pledge that you have always been
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| A patriot and citizen
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| Please ignore the legalese
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| Lawyers (am I right?) now see
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| Why we’re so happy that you came
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| Appendix three and list of names
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| Pardon us but we can’t help
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| But laugh, if you could see yourself
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| Relax, it’s always strange to see
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| The names on each appendix three
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| Brothers, fathers, sons, and wives
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| The ones with whom you’ve shared your life
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| Mothers, daughters, sisters, friends
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| Patriots and citizens
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| Children playing in the street
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| Strangers whom you chance to meet
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| The god to whom you chance to pray
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| The girl with whom you choose to stay
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| We know the monsters, know their names
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| By which they go and which they’ve changed
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| And every whisper that we’ve heard
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| We’ve read their poison, every word
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| How we wish that we could say
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| That each of them will walk away
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| But sadly it’s the awful truth
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| It’s them or us, it’s them or you
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| So put your finger to the names
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| The only cure for fear is blame
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| In doing so, you’re doing good
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| There’s many called who never would
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| Who stuck by what they thought was right
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| Who disappeared by dark of night
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| Who disappeared into the breeze
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| Left no family left to grieve
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| There, now see, that wasn’t bad
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| As you leave, you can be glad
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| That you have done your little part
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| To fight the monsters in the dark
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| But have a care, the night is cold
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| Take a torch before you go
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| And we will keep you safe and warm
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| That’s what the torch committee is for |