They led us on...
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They said it would be yours...
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Tear down the borders, stop patrolling the shores,
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Let us in...
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We wrote a winter song...
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Come on, come on, come on, come on...
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Don't shelve the opera,
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You've been working This long on it...
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Twelve years on the Eastside,
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And still so house proud...
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All the neighbourhood angels,
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Are humming the psalms (hum along...)
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To themselves again...
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Oh, they seem to think that when you show up
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You'd look good in somebody's arms...
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Oh, you should have been a clerk...
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You should have stayed a stranger...
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You should have just done the work...
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But it's too late now, school's out...
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Wildcats - you were supposed to go wild...
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Butchers - you shouldn't be obsessed with a child...
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Now Diorama Pete thinks he just sunk the fleet...
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Much like him, you know I live to be cornered. So come on...
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Hey, Easterner, open your mouth...
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Don't speak in tones...
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I know there's beauty in the bones of the dam that burst...
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I know you look good in the shadow of the Diamond Monger's thirst,
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But get out...
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To the west there is an ocean...
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There's a mountain on the right...
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Now will you walk away
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Or take the blame for the unfortunately-named
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Children of This day... Children of This Night...
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This Night
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Destroyer |