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Oh hide me, would you love? |
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Until all have gone |
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Horsemen riding, shouting, laughing |
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To their hunting song |
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Somber words would feign contentment |
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With eyes half drawn |
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But in my secret place the voices |
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Push me on |
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Go ahead and show yourself |
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As you were born to do |
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Their fathers killed the prophets |
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Hallelujah! |
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They're going to kill us too |
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Maidens sing at the harvest |
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Children dance on the ground |
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Angels join in the gladness |
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The end will come here soon |
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As broken men exalt in their own ruin |
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Stand by me, would you love? |
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As if queen and pawn |
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White or black both sides attack |
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Until victory is won |
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But you must choose |
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To win you lose |
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And when sides are drawn |
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From my secret place the voices push me on |
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Go ahead reveal yourself |
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As you were born to do |
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Their fathers killed the prophets |
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Hallelujah! |
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They're going to kill us too |
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Maidens sing at the harvest |
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Children dance on the ground |
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Angels join in the gladness |
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The end will come here soon |
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As humble men rejoice in their own ruin |
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Stephen, Stephen, tell me |
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Weren't you even scared? |
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Maidens sing at the harvest |
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Children dance on the ground |
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Angels join in the gladness |
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Listen to the most beautiful sound |
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Come and join us |
