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Sounding the bell in the corridor. Sweeping the floor with her hair. |
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She sprinkles hot ashes and salt on the stairs as she walks. We all walk |
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behind her. The city sleeps restless below ; one thousand dark stars |
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flashing random. We swing on the wires, we lie in the road but the cars |
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just fly by us - they dodge and drive on. We slide down the gutters. We |
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hide with the rats in the catacombs. We swim through the eggshells and |
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matchsticks and toothpicks - We retreat to the underworld, down where it's |
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warm. Wherever our lady will lead us, wherever our lady will need |
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us...It's heaven in hell and nothing will scare us, no nothing will |
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scare me again. Wherever our lady will lead us, wherever our lady will |
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need us...It's heaven in hell and nothing will scare us, no nothing will |
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scare me again. |
