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You see the Sunday bird swinging low |
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The fever in your brain only grows |
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and The Murder Boys are running down the street |
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You can see 'em through the window from your seat |
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Hear the sound of the mightiest of guns |
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And the shadows go like ghosts across your road |
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Oh take the world and burn it in a spoon |
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A mercy ship to sail you off to sleep |
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To where the crimson angels swim the deep |
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There's no hiding from the mightiest of guns |
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With every breath you drink in the night |
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You won't give up your blue without a fight |
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And looking at the sky there is no pain |
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See the stars all falling down like burning rain |
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They were fired by the mightiest of guns |
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Tomorrow I'll be out of my mind |
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The bear will dance and the organ will grind |
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And I'm laughing 'cause I know there ain't no sin |
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All the world on the head of a pin |
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Turning fast beneath the mightiest of guns |
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Turning fast beneath the mightiest of guns |
