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The twelve raise their tin horns |
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Into the wake of dawn |
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But as the tides rise they realize |
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The march has long gone home |
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And the lonely melody tunes again |
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To the consonance of the wind |
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As we die, the sun and earth do shine, |
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Will the stars remain if you and I |
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Leave earth like leaves on wind? |
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Like waves in the brine |
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Tin horns make us sleep |
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We never wanted to stay |
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We never wanted to... |
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Like a wreck of time |
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An abandoned ship |
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Beneath us splits the void |
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But we never look back |
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The twelve raise their velvet horns |
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Into the restful hours |
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But as life fades they realize |
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That the march has long gone home |
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And their melody tunes again |
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To the consonance of the wind |
