I'm hiding in a rain barrel inside these consul walls
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This shaft of light is so narrow I can't see much at all
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Outside I hear the feet running
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And voices all around
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Footsoldiers with their guns coming
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I can't make a sound
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But if Mr. Williams keeps his word
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My life could still be saved
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I might live to see a time
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When all these roads are paved
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But if they break inside these walls
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You won't see me again
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But if Mr. Williams keeps his word
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Somewhere, my story will be heard
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I'm living in a strange country, it's so hard to find
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It's not on any map, you carry it in your heart and mind
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Outside I hear the ground shaking up from underneath
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It's only when the empire's breaking
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That you see their teeth
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But if Mr. Williams keeps his word
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My life could still be saved
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I might live to see a time
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When all these roads are paved
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But if they break inside these walls
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You won't see me again
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But if Mr. Williams keeps his word
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Somewhere, my story will be heard
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I'm hiding in a rain barrel with one small patch of sky
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Don't think I'm going to see tomorrow
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Going to bid this world good-bye.
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Rain Barrel
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| Al Stewart |
