| What’s this I hear
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| You’re leaving town?
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| Packed your bags
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| Burnt your house
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| To harmonies of pain and fears
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| What’s this I hear
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| You killed some clown?
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| Stole his tags
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| And took his spouse
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| To melodies of rain and tears…
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| 7 hundred thousand towns away
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| Nothing you can do…
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| 7 hundred thousand towns away
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| The world’s refusing you…
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| 7 hundred thousand towns away
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| Nothing you can do…
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| 7 hundred thousand towns away
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| The world’s refusing you… …ooh…
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| What’s this I hear
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| You’re coming home?
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| We miss you still despite your kill
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| So welcome home to symphonies (ooh)
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| Of dread and horror
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| Pain and sorrow… (ooh)
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| …pain…dread…n'pain and horror… ooh
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| …of dread and horror, pain and sorrow… (ooh)
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| …pain…n'dread…dread and horror… (ooh) |