| Gather 'round, you wounded people
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| Shadows fall upon the steeple
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| Soon shall come the closing of
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| The closing of the gates
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| For there is word of plague among us
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| Curse the one whose poison stung us
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| All along the alleyways
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| The satyrs wait their fate
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| But who’s to blame when all are guilty
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| Morals stained and conscience filthy
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| Abreast your idol replicas
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| Your replicas of lust
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| In the sky I hear the threshing
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| Dare to watch your lord undressing
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| While you beg forgiveness
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| You feed on his disgust
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| But if perhaps the salt might stain your skin
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| And if perhaps the smoke might weep your eyes
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| Listen while the threnodies begin
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| Know no one in here gets out alive
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| But let your frailty not deceive you
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| A little pinprick, rest relieves you
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| And dream of all the days that are
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| The years that are to come
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| For you will dance and you’ll be nimble
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| Pirouettes upon a thimble
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| And I will be beside you
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| Lest I lose you once again
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| But if perhaps my sorrows all are show
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| And I should find a crack among the gates
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| Guilt shall follow me where’er I go
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| Though I try I know I can’t escape
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| And when you’re gone the earth will crumble
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| I will try but I will stumble
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| And all through these city streets
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| My robes shall drag the ground
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| Hear the children swing with sorrow
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| Yesterday was once tomorrow
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| No more I’ll be troubled by the troubles of this world
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| But if I lose my step along the way
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| And if the speech of victim fills my throat
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| Out beyond the cliffs that shape the day
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| It’s there I’ll wander, there I’ll stray
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| It’s there I’ll look for you when all my trials are done
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| I feign sleep to save my breath
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| This love is loss, this life is theft
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| And all that’s left is some vain need to carry on
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| And though I fear the tightening of the skies
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| Against the dawn I’ll watch you rise
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| Oh Lord, the company I keep within my head
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| The scent of flesh might tease the nose
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| It claims the calm, it clings the clothes
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| Could that be you, my love?
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| Your dust upon the wind? |