| Long is the night
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| Long as the shame of the man
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| Who can’t manage to die long
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| Under the lamppost his naked eye swing
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| And his eye, blind with the breath of Gin
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| And the smell of a blond girl’s wet flesh under his nails
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| Oh God, how long is the night
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| Must they drag the sky away
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| Let the earth not lead me on
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| Must they drag the sky away
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| And lay me long in stillness
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| Long in stillness for night
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| Oh how long is the night
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| Deliver me from this night
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| It happened on a Friday
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| My life ran on with fasting
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| The air oozed vapours of lemon
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| And the fishbone stuck into my craw
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| When out of the gutted fish I lifted
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| A ring which cast for at the time of my birth
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| Feel in the river of night
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| Feel in the river of night
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| Where it sank I threw it back to the night
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| Must they drag the sky away
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| Let the earth not lead me on
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| Must they drag the sky away
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| And lay me long in stillness
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| Long in stillness for night
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| Oh how long is the night
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| Deliver me from this night |