Your guard isn't on, your barriers open
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Your words have now got, the whole town waiting
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My army is down, my company old
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And leaving, quiet and burned
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those nights we sought all the words
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And if I could have one more guardian on the wall
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Riding a fleet of beggars and cons
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Taking it back, it won't be long
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Your name you have kept, the part you've taken
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So carefully planned, each word you've spoken
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My army is down, my company old
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And leaving, quiet and burned
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those nights we sought all the words
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And if I could have one more guardian on the wall
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Riding a fleet of beggars and cons
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Taking it back, it won't be long
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Beggars
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| Bombay Bicycle Club |
