| here we go again, my lovely
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| here we go again, I told you so
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| heavy on my head, the ivy
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| heavy on my head, so much to hold
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| washed onto your shore
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| with the lions still in tow
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| a hundred times before I tried to leave
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| a hundred times they followed me
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| heaven knows I need a home
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| oh, help me out
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| find me somewhere I can lay my head
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| heaven knows I need a home
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| oh, help me out
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| find me somewhere I can lay down…
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| here we go again, a cold breeze
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| here we go again, the darkness grows
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| heavy on my head, the stone keep
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| heavy on my head, the heart it holds
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| fell onto my sword,
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| seems the best way for us both
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| the hungry tide just swallows all it sees
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| the hungry tide has swallowed me
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| so you be the raft that rescues me
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| and I’ll be the weight that makes us sink
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| how many souls do the lions need?
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| how many souls, how many souls?
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| even the hand of the hallowed queen
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| won’t be enough to hold the sea
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| but where will I go when the lions sleep?
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| where will I go, where will I go? |