| Paroles de la chanson Cecelia & Her Selfhood:
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| In the center of the city was a statue and her twin
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| And together they watched over everything
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| Oh, they saw me when I stumbled and they watched you help me stand
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| I’d swear Cecelia and her sister had it all planned
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| Then one morning I was walking, from my window to your door
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| Well I nearly hit the ground with what I saw
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| Cecelia had been broken, while her sister had been spared
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| And the vandals had scattered the pieces everywhere
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| And I knew it made me wonder what kind of twisted mind
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| Would ever hurt her, so thoughtless and unkind
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| But a monster so cruel can’t be that hard to find
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| So I started wearing warpaint and I gathered all my friends
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| For Cecelia we’d be hunters 'till the end
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| She was built for a perfect picture, but she came to represent
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| Though I guess I never understood exactly what it meant
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| Oh I know Cecelia and her sister were just statues made of stone
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| But I still missed her and now her sister’s all alone
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| No that just won’t do!
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| So let’s raid the vandal’s homes
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| Boys! |
| Won’t we boys?
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| Oh come on boys!
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| Come on boys!
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| So we ventured out at sunrise
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| With our torches and our spears
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| And our shotguns and our fears
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| And our carefully hidden tears
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| For Cecelia, Cecelia
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| Now I’m thinking of the moment
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| When we can look them in the eye
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| And make them sorry, 'cause tonight they’re gonna die
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| Yeah, we’ll shoot them up dead!
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| Leave their bodies where they lie
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| Boys, won’t we boys?
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| So now we’re following the pieces of Cecelia to the door
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| Every shattered limb repeatedly reminding us of what we’re searching for
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| And the sleepers have woken for now they have an aim
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| Yes they’re quite aware of the cold hard fact that the city’s loss could be
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| their gain
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| They are dreaming of, the feeling of!
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| A trophy in their arms, a hero’s welcome, claiming women with their charms
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| Oh I’m sorry if I hurt you, you know I swear I meant no harm
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| Oh baby
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| So the trail, it keeps on turning as we wonder through the streets
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| I keep looking at, the pieces of Cecelia at my feet
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| But the strangest thing occurs to me
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| When I stop to look around
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| Oh I’d swear we are returning to the center of the town!
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| Yes we’re back here, where we started
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| Where Cecelia used to stand, but her sister looks different
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| Please, tell me boys, if you can?
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| Is that a smile on her face?
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| Is that a hammer in her hand?
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| Boys?
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| Run, boys, run!
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| Run, run, run, run!
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| RUN! |