| She walks in the teeth of the city where its neon ways are warm
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| Through all the laughing angels, and still she comes to harm
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| But watch still and waiting you’ll never see her cry
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| For the orphan of the earth is the child of the sky
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| All praises lead to silence
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| As the beast mark stands revealed
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| And the bearded ancient prophet
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| Is dragged off by his heels
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| And they all crowd the platform and hope to see her die
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| But the orphan of the earth is the child of the sky
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| She laughs as they play the guilt game and pile up the dead
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| And the flashing sign spells Zyklon as it burns above each head
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| But the words are all spelled backwards and there is no use to try
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| For the orphan of the earth is the child of the sky
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| There never was no rainbow ask the preacher in disguise
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| As he lays aside his shotgun and covers up his eyes
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| And the hunchback’s proposition explains the reason why
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| The orphan of the earth is the child of the sky
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| In the end, the antique picture cannot force a truth to tell
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| And her days, each gray and mindless, form a private hell
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| But don’t ask any questions and you won’t hear a lie
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| Where the orphan of the earth is the child of the sky |