To the crowd
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To the world
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You were so dry
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And with the token bird I made
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Send it to fly right to your side
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With the broken wing you sailed
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Oh like winter in July
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A barren river wide
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I'll pray for the flood
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To wash on you
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It's here I'll be with you
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Well if the birds can reach the sky
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To this land I'll be with you
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'Til the sun bursts from your side
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With my hands I reach to you
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When you think your chance is passing by
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When you blow your moon away
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I'll bleed like the reed
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Fall with your knife
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It's here I'll be with you
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I'll fall
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I'll Fall With Your Knife
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Peter Murphy |