Under the ruins of a walled city
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Crumbling towers and beams of yellow light
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No flags of truce, no cries of pity
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The siege guns had been pounding all through the night
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It took a day to build the city
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We walked through its streets in the afternoon
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As I returned across the field's I'd known
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I recognized the walls that I once made
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I had to stop in my tracks for fear
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Of walking on the mines I'd laid
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And if I built this fortress around your heart
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Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire
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Then let me build a bridge
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For I cannot fill the chasm
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And let me set the battlements on fire
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Then I went off to fight some battle
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That I'd invented inside my head
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Away so long for years and years
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You probably thought or even wished that I was dead
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While the armies are all sleeping
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Beneath the tattered flag we'd made
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I had to stop in my track for fear
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Of walking on the mines I'd laid
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And if I built this fortress around your heart
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Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire
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Then let me build a bridge
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For I cannot fill the chasm
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And let me set the battlements on fire
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This prison has now become your home
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A sentence you seem prepared to pay
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It took a day to build the city
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We walked through its streets in the afternoon
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As I returned across the fields where I'd once played
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I had to stop in my tracks for fear
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Of walking on the mines I'd laid
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And if I built this fortress around your heart
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Encircled you in trenches and barbed wire
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Then let me build a bridge
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For I cannot fill the chasm
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And let me set the battlements on fire
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Fortress Around Your Heart
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| Sting |
