| And it’s over now
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| The guns have flowed
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| The nightmare flashed
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| On a cradle road
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| As the guilty rain came down
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| No child to hold
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| Through anxious fears
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| No gentle hand
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| To catch the tears
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| That soak this ancient ground
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| The smile that breaks so gently
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| Belies a troubled head
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| Like a voice that holds the secrets
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| Of the life you might have led
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| Eyes with pale indifference
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| In danger and in grace
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| But the glance that knows the death-knell
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| Left it’s shadow on your face
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| In the deep enduring darkness
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| As your loyal friends go down
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| Touched by the violent crown
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| 'til their hunter’s hunted down
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| Chorus
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| The web is slowly woven
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| The endless dreamers shed,
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| In the dawn the curfew is broken
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| On the sunday morning’s dead.
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| Centuries of thunder
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| Take the castle in the flood
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| To the cold night air of london
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| Where you hands are bound in blood.
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| Mid winter deepened
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| As the parting turned inside
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| A thousand times you cried
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| But the shadow never died.
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| And it’s over now
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| The guns have flowed
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| The night mare flashed
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| On a cradle road.
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| As the guilty rain came down.
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| No child to hold
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| Through anxious fears
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| No gentle hand
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| No graceful years
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| Just bitter ancient ground.
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| But it’s over now |