Lying all night, screaming in pain
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Defending the cross in the Belfast rain
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The billy saw me at the end of the street
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So I lit up my torch and embraced him with heat
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Town of Aintab in 340 A.D.
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Threw me in a quarry, no way to get free
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I called on Hate to give me my life
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And he came on his black horse, obsidian knife
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Happened one night, I was lying in bed
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Eyes wide open, I could have been dead
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The sky lady came with her eyes shining bright
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And the bears and the billies and the bullies took flight
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But I called them all back
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And the sky lady too
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The bears and the billies and the bullies
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Me and you
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We laid down our bombs and bows
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And drank to their health on the Anatolian plateau
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From New Scotland to Calgary
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The geese are high and so are we
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We don't even need a map
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We're way too fast for the highway trap
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So hit the road and shine a light
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I think we're gonna find the path tonight
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Shooting star and the moon is bad
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It's the best damn omen that we ever had
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Uncle June and Aunt Kiyoti
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Kristin Hersh |