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In the center of the city was a statue and her twin |
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And together they watched over everything |
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Oh, they saw me when I stumbled and they watched you help me stand |
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I'd swear Cecelia and her sister had it all planned |
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Then one morning I was walking, from my window to your door |
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Well I nearly hit the ground with what I saw |
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Cecelia had been broken, while her sister had been spared |
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And the vandals had scattered the pieces everywhere |
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And I knew it made me wonder what kind of twisted mind |
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Would ever hurt her, so thoughtless and unkind |
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But a monster so cruel can't be that hard to find |
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So I started wearing warpaint and I gathered all my friends |
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For Cecelia we'd be hunters 'till the end |
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She was built for a perfect picture, but she came to represent |
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Though I guess I never understood exactly what it meant |
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Oh I know Cecelia and her sister were just statues made of stone |
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But I still missed her and now her sister's all alone |
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No that just won't do! |
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So let's raid the vandal's homes |
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Boys! Won't we boys? |
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Oh come on boys! |
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Come on boys! |
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So we ventured out at sunrise |
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With our torches and our spears |
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And our shotguns and our fears |
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And our carefully hidden tears |
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For Cecelia, Cecelia |
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Now I'm thinking of the moment |
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When we can look them in the eye |
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And make them sorry, 'cause tonight they're gonna die |
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Yeah, we'll shoot them up dead! |
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Leave their bodies where they lie |
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Boys, won't we boys? |
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So now we're following the pieces of Cecelia to the door |
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Every shattered limb repeatedly reminding us of what we're searching for |
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And the sleepers have woken for now they have an aim |
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Yes they're quite aware of the cold hard fact that the city's loss could be their gain |
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They are dreaming of, the feeling of! |
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A trophy in their arms, a hero's welcome, claiming women with their charms |
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Oh I'm sorry if I hurt you, you know I swear I meant no harm |
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Oh baby |
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So the trail, it keeps on turning as we wonder through the streets |
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I keep looking at, the pieces of Cecelia at my feet |
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But the strangest thing occurs to me |
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When I stop to look around |
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Oh I'd swear we are returning to the center of the town! |
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Yes we're back here, where we started |
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Where Cecelia used to stand, but her sister looks different |
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Please, tell me boys, if you can? |
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Is that a smile on her face? |
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Is that a hammer in her hand? |
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Boys? |
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Run, boys, run! |
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Run, run, run, run! |
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RUN! |
