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Now the talking's over, plans are laid and the hour is set |
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Glances round the table, eyes all shining, dark and bright |
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We meet again at daybreak for the day that will be ours |
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We're tomorrow's history |
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So just check your weapons, say your prayers. |
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Now the evening's over, voices muffled in the cold night mist |
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We leave the house together, home to rest up in the last few hours |
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Heads against the pillows with eyes that will not close |
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Of all the dreams that we've ever had |
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This is the one, this is the one |
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Now the night is over - dawn cracks open like a breaking shell |
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Now the waiting's over - as we walk in silence through the empty streets |
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We meet beneath the tower, greetings empty like the taste inside |
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Turn towards the valley and the day that has waited for us all our lives |
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Even in this age of concrete, even in this age of reason |
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There comes a time when you put your life |
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Into the hands of the gods. |
