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His little hook |
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Your little eyelid |
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The iris dilates while the heart implodes |
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And when he comes |
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And you're dreaming |
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His mouth still denies what your heart just knows, oh no |
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Nobody would ever have known |
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No light in the dark would have shown |
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How you would reply |
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When the bombs finished falling |
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And ashes were drifting along the roads |
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Little child, how you lifted your eyes to the air |
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And the ancient shapes of crows |
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And nobody would ever have known |
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No hand and no eye would have shown |
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How you would reply |
