Heave another heave another sigh
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We're the last sons
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Thought our heads had locked
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Heads have parted ways
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So headstrong we're the last sons
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Are we so are we so are we so different
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We're night and day still the same
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In the garland frame
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Though we left a mark upon a cherub face
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Signs of love waste it all on the young
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Heave
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| The Maccabees |
