| The bells ring out above my room
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| And announcement of our loss
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| And in the act three men decide
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| And indefinite epilogue
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| My letters have all gone
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| A journey that’s unsure
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| A message that was rich
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| A hand that was poor
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| Oh have me breath and let me go
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| Cause I don’t want you to know
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| Cause I don’t want you to know
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| Oh I don’t want you, want you, want you
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| My own description may have failed
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| Torn from pictures that were saved
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| Along with images from words
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| That were saved and not erased
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| The shelves arranged above my head
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| A memory of my fears
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| Blankets hold the smell of life
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| And soak the many years
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| Oh have me breath and let me go
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| Cause I don’t want you to know
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| Cause I don’t want you to know
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| Oh I don’t want you, want you, want you
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| Oh missionary are you here
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| Sun doesn’t burn when the water comes
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| But water doesn’t come like the English rain
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| They bury their heads for self defence
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| A marked improvement through diligence
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| We are alone against our sins
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| Alone against our sins
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| Alone against our sins
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| Vacant rooms that are full of men
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| That sit on the stools awaiting time
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| Discussion leads to little sense
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| They bury their heads for self defence
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| We are alone against our sins
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| Alone against our sins
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| Alone against our sins |