| Hey, I found a whistle that hangs like a charm
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| And when my noose is tied I could blow it
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| And fall down into your arms
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| 15 centuries of dissolution and grief
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| To return a yellow trickster and a thief
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| Hey, I found a whistle that works every time
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| That’s when the trail escapes to nowhere
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| And the flood erases the crime
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| Such conviction, to paint all the walls with the blood
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| Of the young and the faithful and the good
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| Yeah, I found a whistle as thin as a sheet
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| To split the dumbness of a vision
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| Between a sleep and asleep
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| Tiny axes repeatedly raising the flag
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| All ignored, real emotion’s such a drag
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| Hey, I’ve got a pistol that’s aimed at your heart
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| And on dark nights when the moon is right, I could show you
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| The head attached with a scarf
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| Aerophane sorceress, at home obeying the fates
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| When it’s gone, has it gone all the way?
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| This time, found a whistle that works every time
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| Yeah, I found a whistle that works
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| Hangs like a charm on my neck
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| Found a whistle that works every time
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| Yeah, I found a whistle that works
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| Closes my mind every time
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| A whistle, I’ve got it
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| I’ve got it this time |