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Don't go outside tonight |
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The locusts fill the sky |
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And the devils work is never done |
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And the gypsy curse you wore |
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Can't hurt us anymore |
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As we raise our glasses to our mouths |
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And its all for one |
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And the bells that rang in hope |
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Are still swinging from the ropes |
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We thought we'd one day perish on |
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And the tune you never wrote |
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And the words you never spoke |
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Have gathered up and need a song |
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I'm moving off, |
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I'm packing up |
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I'm willing to be wrong |
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Now your giving up the ghost |
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To the one who meant the most |
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And one day when she least expects she'll know |
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And the words you never spoke |
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And the tune you never wrote |
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Won't write itself or wait for evermore |
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I'm moving off, |
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I'm packing up |
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I'm willing to be wrong |
