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Who am I? Who do you say I am? As I hobble on to the land of the dull... Wings or wheels, wings or wheels? Now I'm like a silly boy. Now I'm like the Wandering Jew. He goes on, but I linger. The rain makes, |
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Scythes |
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And the oil staggers |
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Over waters |
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Blue sky may stay |
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Blue sky or grey |
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And the rain falls |
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On life |
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On life |
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On life |
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On life |
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On life |
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And once you go beyond |
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Once you go beyond |
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The line between |
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Human |
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And inhuman |
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Disappears |
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Disappears |
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Disappears... |
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How the trees stand |
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Oh how the wind strives |
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And people to bend |
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Are we left with nothing? |
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A Cross appears |
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Between the horns |
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Of a stag |
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And burning light |
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Blinds the hunter |
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And firstly I stood proud |
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Fuelled by white and beast |
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Then bowed till I... |
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Almost broken |
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A row of Christs |
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Stare down on me |
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And their several likenesses |
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Flame and torch my walls |
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Othal, odal bloody |
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Then scared and scabbed |
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Who am I? |
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Who do you say I am? |
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As I hobble on |
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To the land of the dull |
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Wings or wheels |
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Wings or wheels |
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Now I'm like a silly boy |
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Now I'm like a Wandering Jew |
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And he goes on |
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And thus I linger |
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And anyway |
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People die |
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And anyway |
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People die... |
