With a burning candle
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A book of holy things
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They'll throw you up against the wall
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Bind your hands with string
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Caught in the sudden shower
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Our host of heavenly Kings
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They're all victims of circumstance
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Of ancient bells that bring
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All the fear in the world, naked and shy
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Down upon our heads, with no reason why
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And though voices may holler
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For all they're worth
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The rabbits have fled their burrows
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Gone to earth
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Gone to Earth
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David Sylvian |