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In all official circles |
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Across this big wide world |
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Between the radio stations |
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A coded message heard |
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No one knew the meaning |
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All our efforts seem to fail |
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But if they catch you listening |
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Then they'll lock you up in jail |
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So we found ourselves a place we did not know |
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Tension in the air and a strange earthly glow |
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Then amidst the noise of a thousand people's talk |
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There came a cry "It's The Night of The Hawk!" |
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The wind was raging, and the stars were black |
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We all knew there was no turning back |
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The gates of Hell stared in our face |
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Nowhere to hide in this wasted space |
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Night of The Hawk! |
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Night of The Hawk! |
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Night of The Hawk! |
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Night of The Hawk! |
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The curious folk who chanced to stray across this downland way |
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Heard the music blast apart |
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The games that politicians start |
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On English land the people dance |
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Like moths caught in a lamp |
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Where tribes of wanton peacocks strut |
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All waiting to encamp |
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So we found ourselves a place we did not know |
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Tension in the air and a strange earthly glow |
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Then amidst the noise of a thousand people's talk |
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There came a cry "It's The Night of The Hawk! |
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The wind was raging, and the stars were black |
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We all knew there was no turning back |
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The gates of Hell stared in our face |
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Nowhere to hide in this wasted space |
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Night of The Hawk! |
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Night of The Hawk! |
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Night of The Hawk! |
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Night of The Hawk! |
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The wind was raging, and the stars were black |
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We all knew there was no turning back |
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The gates of Hell stared in our face |
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Nowhere to hide in this wasted space |
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Night of The Hawk! |
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Night of The Hawk! |
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Night of The Hawk! |
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Night of The Hawk! |