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So is there really something great? |
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Do you remember the things you said you'd send |
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Well I guess they never came anyway |
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And I'm sure you never cared anyway |
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Take my head and a hand |
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Smash me against the wall |
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Numerous times I think i've wandered |
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The black and stony hills |
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Are they really ours to decide when I return will I? |
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I've been trying to picture me with you |
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And there's a very strange wall |
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Built into the side of a hill |
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And it looks just like a sign or a clue |
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For somebody else |
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Its a signal to deliver |
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The final crushing blow |
