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Spoken: |
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...the sargeant drop to the ground |
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In the shadow of a low branch |
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They heard a branch crack to the left |
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Then the sound of footsteps |
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Two of the renegades carrying firewood , a third with a rifle |
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Were walking towards them |
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Closer and closer |
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The sea gobbles up the full sun |
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And i look at you and i know you're the one |
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The one i used to know something about |
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And i try to say what it was, but the words won't come out |
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And you ask me to hold you |
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That's the devils' work. |
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You show your palms and i see they're empty |
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And i'd check them twice if you'd let me |
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But you wouldn't do that now would you? |
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I didn't think so. |
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And you ask me to hold you |
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That's the devils' work. |
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We stand on the sand and we watch the world turn |
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And we stand on the sand and we watch the water burn |
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And we stand on the sand six inches from one another |
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And the sands burn and blow and neither one of runs for cover |
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And you ask me to hold you |
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That's the devils' work. |
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And you ask me to hold you |
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That's the devils' work |
