| Lying all night, screaming in pain
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| Defending the cross in the Belfast rain
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| The billy saw me at the end of the street
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| So I lit up my torch and embraced him with heat
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| Town of Aintab in 340 A. D
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| Threw me in a quarry, no way to get free
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| I called on hate to give me my life
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| And he came on his black horse, obsidian knife
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| Happened one night, I was lying in bed
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| Eyes wide open, I could have been dead
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| The sky lady came with her eyes shining bright
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| And the bears and the billies and the bullies took flight
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| But I called them all back
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| And the sky lady too
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| The bears and the billies and the bullies
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| Me and you
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| We laid down our bombs and bows
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| And drank to their health on the Anatolian plateau
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| From New Scotland to Calgary
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| The geese are high and so are we
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| We don’t even need a map
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| We’re way too fast for the highway trap
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| So hit the road and shine a light
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| I think we’re gonna find the path tonight
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| Shooting star and the moon is bad
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| It’s the best damn omen that we ever had |