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A bell in a churchyard, |
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It yells for me to begin. |
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And my hands they tremble and shake. |
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While a chill grows under my skin. |
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It rains in the valley, |
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It rains from the skies. |
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And it's raining deep inside my soul, |
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And it pours up and out of my eyes. |
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A long ago, you were here in my arms |
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And I swore I would protect you from harm |
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Now here we are. |
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On this hill, 'neath the tree |
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In the Churchyard at dawn. |
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How could we've fallen so far? |
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The earth is a blood-red clay |
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That cakes to my heels. |
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And the stain grows heavy as lead, |
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And my heart it is heavier still. |
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In a bow there's a raven |
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And its eyes fix me with a stare. |
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Then he turns and screams at the sky. |
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And it burns like the truth in my ears. |
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Not long ago, you were here in my arms |
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And I swore I would protect you from harm |
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Now here we are. |
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On this hill, 'neath a tree |
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In the Churchyard at dusk. |
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How could we've fallen so far? |
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No one should find out how it feels |
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Standing here, hoping and praying |
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You'll awake from this awful ordeal. |
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No one should find out what it's like |
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Standing here, digging a hole in which to bury |
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Your child and your wife. |
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When they are finished |
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They look like wombs on a hill |
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Two graves, they lay side by side |
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For my life and my lover to fill. |
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No one should find out how it feels |
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Standing here, hoping and praying |
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You'll awake from this awful ordeal |
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No one should find out what it's like, |
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Standing here, not having the means |
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To buy the medicine to save their lives. |
