| There’s a gate with a lock and two high walls
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| All around me are all — seeing eyeballs
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| And there’s a guard with a gun should i run
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| Should i run, should i run
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| There’s a small patch of grass that i’ve handled
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| Through the gaps in the bars left a candle
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| And there’s a lapse when the guards switch their watches
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| No one watches, no one wathces
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| O lament, o lament — my savior awaits me there
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| O lament, o lament — why if i die should i care?
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| There’s a day i remember so clearly
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| It’s the day when the spirit moved near me
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| And there’s unfinished work to attend to
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| To attend to: i intend to
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| There’s a night that i chose for a reason
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| It’s got to do with the moon and the season
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| But there’s a guard wit ha gun should i run
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| Should i run, should i run?
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| O lament…
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| There’s a shot ringing out from the tower
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| Now i’m drawn to the ground by some power
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| And there’s a light through it’s long past the hour |