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And it's over now |
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The guns have flowed |
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The nightmare flashed |
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On a cradle road |
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As the guilty rain came down |
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No child to hold |
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Through anxious fears |
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No gentle hand |
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To catch the tears |
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That soak this ancient ground |
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The smile that breaks so gently |
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Belies a troubled head |
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Like a voice that holds the secrets |
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Of the life you might have led |
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Eyes with pale indifference |
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In danger and in grace |
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But the glance that knows the death-knell |
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Left its shadow on your face |
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In the deep enduring darkness |
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As your loyal friends go down |
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Touched by the violent crown |
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'til their hunter's hunted down |
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Chorus |
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The web is slowly woven |
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The endless dreamers shed, |
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In the dawn the curfew is broken |
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On the sunday morning's dead. |
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Centuries of thunder |
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Take the castle in the flood |
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To the cold night air of london |
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Where you hands are bound in blood. |
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Mid winter deepened |
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As the parting turned inside |
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A thousand times you cried |
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But the shadow never died. |
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And it's over now |
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The guns have flowed |
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The night mare flashed |
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On a cradle road. |
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As the guilty rain came down. |
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No child to hold |
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Through anxious fears |
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No gentle hand |
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No graceful years |
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Just bitter ancient ground. |
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But it's over now |
