[REVOLUTIONARY PRIEST]
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To freeze in the dead of night
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To burn in divine law
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Deep in the crucible brine
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The sorrow and the rage entwine
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And coil and climb towards the light
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The quill is poised above the page
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Words like falling rain slake the thirst and dowse the flames
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Cooling in the crucible and idea forms
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A nugget of belief in the hearts of the poor
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That maybe in the dawn's new light
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They have a right to the law
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To Freeze In The Dead Of Night
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| Roger Waters |
