| The village of the witch
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| Dancing like a goat in torture
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| The holy seems to desert us
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| And God is done in his Heaven
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| Turn, turn, turn
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| Turn, turn, turn
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| Turn, turn, turn
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| Turn, turn, turn
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| Turn, turn, turn
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| Now the city has arisen (Turn, turn, turn)
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| The villages have packed and gone (Turn, turn, turn)
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| And London stands victorious (Turn, turn, turn)
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| Not so the family farm (Turn, turn, turn)
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| The villages stand empty (Turn, turn, turn)
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| Yet something choses to remain (Turn, turn, turn)
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| And though now it’s sleeping (Turn, turn, turn)
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| Awaits to wake again (Turn, turn, turn)
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| Those bushes by the station (Turn, turn, turn)
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| Where only foxes seems to go (Turn, turn, turn)
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| Oh, the children do not play there (Turn, turn, turn)
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| Oh, they simply will not go (Turn, turn, turn)
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| The railway track, a green path (Turn, turn, turn)
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| Is used not just by trains (Turn, turn, turn)
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| Those who travel by moonlight (Turn, turn, turn)
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| Who return before break of day (Turn, turn, turn)
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| You run ruthless along the foot path (Turn, turn, turn) |
| The night sky, it starts to burn (Turn, turn, turn)
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| Then behind you the voices are calling (Turn, turn, turn)
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| To turn, turn, turn (Turn, turn, turn) |