| Chime the day, chime the night
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| Those that hide, those that fight
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| Shroud the day and light the night
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| Praise the wrong and curse the right
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| Fields of green, fields of dust
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| Swords of steel turn to rust
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| Those betrayed are those that trust
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| What to do? |
| What we must
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| Hear the lies of a cold state
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| Breed us all as carrion made
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| Move the figures on the board
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| See the puppets, see the cord
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| Is there hope? |
| I see none
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| The race that’s lost cannot be won
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| Ride the tiger, it bares its teeth
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| Pick the flower and lay the wreath
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| Chime the day, chime the night
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| Chime the day, chime the night
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| Chime the day, chime the night
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| Chime the day, chime the night |