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Deep, deep down under mountains I have heard them call my name, |
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Will I play their little game and tell them |
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Deep, deep down I've been waiting for the fighting to begin, |
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Hold my hands up. |
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Deep sleep now under skies of pressing dark upon my dress, |
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Watch it turn from white to red under the |
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Bone clean moon I am clinging to this burning, shaking bed |
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Must I hold my hands up, |
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My bloody hands up. |
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Mercy, mercy I've been caught |
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Lying with my darkest thought |
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They grabbed my wings and pinned me to the wall. |
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Oh light please try to hold your ground |
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Lift me up before I drown |
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The din creeps 'neath my skin and I can't hear no goodness speak. |
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From the neighbouring town there's a boy that comes to sing upon our |
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street, |
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I watch him from the window thinking |
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Deep, deep down he'd be richer if he just became a thief. |
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Still he holds his hands out. |
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I walk down to the river stand and shiver in the wind |
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Throw stones and watch them sink into the |
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Icy blue, let it rise about my ankles. |
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I don't want this darkness |
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But the sun just falls from it's sky. |
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Mercy, mercy... |
