| Played me for the fool
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| Restful ways of plenty there
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| Knowing what you knew
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| Arrested in the night
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| But I guess that’s what you get for being
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| for the harvester of souls
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| And I guess that’s what you get for knowing
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| that you played
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| No more then you go
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| breaking with the past
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| Flower not of passion there
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| ringing through this land
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| But I guess that’s how we come to know
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| the harvester of souls
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| And I guess that’s what you get for knowing
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| when you should
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| One more time…
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| Breathing with the rhythm of life
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| waving in the crashing towns
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| the precious with the lost
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| Showing the way in darker times
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| to the harvester of souls
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| and the wreck on shores and rocks you’ve seen
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| it will show
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| Played me for the fool
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| knowing what you knew
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| Played me for the fool
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| knowing what you knew |