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Few and far are my beliefs |
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Three short, three long, three short again |
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The ghost escaped but we saw his face |
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It hangs above his head until he throws it to the ground (altering the whole thing) |
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The city's knees are bent down |
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And he'll still recall what he still has to say |
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Few and far are my beliefs, few and far, few and far |
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We can tear open the archives today. |
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Few and far are my beliefs, few and far are my beliefs, few and far are my beliefs |
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The ghost escaped but we saw his face |
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Party like it's 1893, a celebration like it's 1893, a certain feel of urgency |
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It hangs above his head until he throws it to the ground (altering the whole thing) |
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The city's knees are bent down |
