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Just a step cried the sad man |
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Take a look down at the madman |
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Theatre kings on silver wings |
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Fly beyond reason |
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From the flight of the seagull |
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Come the spread claws of the eagle |
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Only fear breaks the silence |
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As we all kneel pray for guidance |
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Tread the road cross the abyss |
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Take a look down at the madness |
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On the streets of the city |
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Only spectres still have pity |
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Patient queues for the gallows |
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Sing the praises of the hallowed |
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Our machines feed the furnace |
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If they take us they will burn us |
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Will you still know who you are |
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When you come to who you are |
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When the flames have their season |
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Will you hold to your reason |
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Loaded down with your talents |
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Can you still keep your balance |
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Can you live on a knife-edge |
