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Hey you
She's gonna get you
If you go walking by
This corner slow
Don't think she's gonna let you leave
Just because you want to go
Boy you
Ain't seen nothing yet
It's a long train of regret
Puppets get
No second chance
Pull that string
They gotta dance
Parellel addiction is
A double crucifixion
When you're always out there
Feeding your head
Always channel surfing cause
Your brain it isn't working
When you're looking for
That moment just remember
Don't look
Don't stray
Don't talk it over
No time
No way
Listen to me I'm cold sober
You're just out there
Taunting cobras
Hey you
Who's gonna warn you
When it's something
You don't want to know
Don't think
It won't deform you
Twist your mind
Then let it go
Boy you
Ain't seen nothing yet
It's a long train of regret
Puppets get
No second chance
Pull that string
They gotta dance
Welcome to the prison
Let me tell ya
What you're missing
I've been coming here
For nearly a year
Out there was my corner
'Till I came in for a water
Mixed with whiskey
And a chaser of
Sideways glances
Don't look
Don't stray
Don't talk it over
No time
No way
Listen to me I'm cold sober
You're just out there
Taunting cobras
Don't look
Don't stray
Don't talk it over
No time
No way
Listen to me I'm cold sober
You're just out there
Taunting cobras
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The night is growing dark
From somewhere deep within
It shelters like an ark
That always takes you in
And the mind goes numb
Until it's feeling no pain
And the soul cries out
For a handful of rain
Wash your women
In your whiskey
When your future's
In the past
And you're staring
Up at heaven
From the bottom
Of a glass
And you need some insulation
From the years you've had and lost
And you feel the perspiration
As you're adding up the cost
And the night rolls on
Like a slow moving train
And the soul cries out
There's a land beyond the living
There's a land beyond the dead
If it's true that God's forgiving
Of the lives that we had led
In the distance there's a thunder
And the air is thick and warm
And the patrons watch with wonder
The approaching of the storm
And the night rolls on
Like a slow moving train
And the soul cries out
For a handful of rain
There's an old man in the corner
And he's smoking all the time
And the smoke is drifting upward and it's
Twisting in my
Twisting in my mind
My mind
The whiskey's getting deeper
And I use it like a moat
There's a blues man in the distance and he's
Lost inside his note
His note
His note
The night is growing dark
From somewhere deep within
It shelters like an ark
That always takes you in
And the night rolls on
Like a slow moving train
And the soul cries out
For a handful of rain
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He was standing all alone
Trying to find the words to say
When every prayer he ever prayed was gone
And the dreams he's never owned
Are still safely tucked away
Until tomorrow he just carries on
Carries on
Carries on
Carries on
See the devil on the streets at night
See him running in the pouring rain
See him grinning 'neath a twisted light
I'll be back again
See the people standing in a row
See them nodding like a field of grain
No one sees the sickle though
Coming 'cross the plain
And this he knows, if nothing more
That waiting in the dark like destiny
Are those who kiss the dogs of war
And there is no tomorrow, no tomorrow
Take a chance
Take a, take a chance yeah
See the devil he is so intense
See the devil go and change his name
What's the going price of innocence
It can't be the same
Is it dark when the moon is down
Is it dark with a single flame
If there's glass falling all around
I am not to blame
And this he knows, if nothing more
That waiting in the dark like destiny
Are those who kiss the dogs of war
And there is no tomorrow, no tomorrow
Take a chance
Take a, take a chance yeah
Take a chance
Take a, take a chance oh yeah
Burn the night away
Burn the night away
Burn the night...
Pictures at an exhibition
Played as he stood
In his trance
Staring at his inhibitions
All the time believing
That it now came down to nothing but this chance
Chance
Chance
Chance
I fear you
Your silence
Your blindness
See what you want to see
In darkness
One kindness
One moment
Tell me what you believe
I believe in nothing
Never really had to
In regards to your life
Rumors that are not true
Who's defending evil
Surely never I
Who would be the witness
Should you chance to die
Father can you hear me
This is not how it was meant to be
I am safe and so are you
As for the other's destiny
Father can you hear me
This is not how it was meant to be
I am safe and so are you
As for the other's destiny
I believe that situations
All depend on circumstance
Look away
Look away
Pictures at an exhibition
Played as he stood
In his trace
Staring at his inhabitions
All the time believing
That it now came down to
Nothing but this chance
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He never closed his eyes
Or so we theorized
But we were young and bold
And he was mostly old
And his time nearly done
He came back from a war
On some forgotten shore
And sat and watched
The world
And never said a word
And so I asked for one
Watching waiting
Old man tell me what have we become
Anticipating
All the hating that was yet undone
He turned around and stared into the sun
He fought for things so clear
And never thought he'd fear
A brother or his child
Or killing having style
Watch the colors run
Watching waiting
Old man tell me what have we become, oh yeah
Anticipating
All the hating that was yet undone
He turned around and stared into the sun
And now he only hears
And his eyes they only tear
So tread most carefully
For he's still listening
Watch the colors run
Watching waiting
Old man tell me what have we become, oh yeah yeah
Anticipating
All the hating that was yet undone
He turned around and stared into the sun
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In the dark and bleeding
With the shadows seething
There he stands alone
Fools and faith conspire
Questions of desire
That they never owned
Kings without their armor
Men without their honor
Spit out desecration
Pieces of a nation
Buried in the ground
Screams without a sound
Burn the castle down
In the end the children cried
That the jackal surely lied
When he said please listen all
Do not look behind these walls
Coffins drowned in roses
And the war he chose is
Fought inside the mind
Death becomes compelling
When the soul's for selling
And the world is blind
In the maze he wanders
Looks about and ponders
shadows mock and taunt him
And the ghosts that haunt him
Chain him to the ground
Screams without a sound
Burn the castle down
In the end the children cried
That the jackal surely lied
When he said please listen all
Do not look behind these walls
And does the pendulum toll
Against the side of the soul
When he feels the final moment is near
Do you rage 'gainst the dark
Try to re-write the part
Turn around and face what you fear
What you fear
He's seen it all before
Close your eyes and close the door
And the dreams that nights embrace
Slowly leave without a trace
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black is the night
Satan laughing with delight
he's calling you
to be a servant of his voodoo
when the hour strikes 13
listen to the spirits as they scream
your name
beware - guard your soul
Sodom is the place
you're gonna go
visions of hell, what a thrill
walls aflame
breathing deep
you seem in pain
a lake of fire
your resistance
starts to tire
when the day numbers one
you'll become one of his sons
beware - guard your soul
Sodom is the place
you're gonna go
visions of hell
light is black
Satan starts his work of terror
look out - beware
when a pair of
eyes begin to stare
he knows which ones to take
God help me for heaven's sake
beware - guard your soul
Sodom is the place
you're gonna go
visions of hell
visions of hell many many times
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There in the dark
There's a child and she's waiting
Lost in the maze of a fait accompli
Is it a crime to be just hesitating
While we're pretending that we never see
On a TV mounted on the wall
From this distance I can see it all
And I've been out here watching you
Watching you fall
Is there a trick to the art of not feeling
Safe in our world while another's child bleeds
Praying that God won't demand a redealing
Of cards we have held and pretend you don't need
Don't need
On a TV mounted on the wall
From this distance
I can see it all
And I've been out here
Watching you
Watching you fall
Better not think about it
Anytime we'll start to doubt it
Christ has risen
Keep him hidden
God forbid he sees
It's not that we lack the vision
Only just a quick decision
Who will blame us, rules restrain us
It's all in history
So close my eyes and pretend I am sleeping
Avoiding the chance that you'll visit my dreams
On a TV mounted on the wall
From this distance I can see it all
And I've been out here
Watching you, watching you
Watching you, watching you
Watching you, watching you fall
Yeah yeah
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Cheshire cat
Done rip you soul
Don't turn your back
Don't turn your back
Car rolls by
Move real slow
Fade it to black
Fade it to black
But nothing's going on
Nothing's going on
Twisted nerves
On shifting feet
Taking up slack
Taking up slack
Gone too far
Can't retreat
Cover your tracks
Cover your tracks
Nothing's going on
She's no queen of hearts
But she's good to me
Bring her coffin roses
Brush her thorns and
Let it bleed
Just a hardcore dancer
Puppet on a string
One crippled romancer
Strung so tight
Gotta watch her swing
Nothing's going on
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So would you tell me now
Are life and death a symmetry
Balanced on scales, either side chosen
And could these moments balance out against eternity
Promise inferred, words never spoken
My life is burning
Could you read by the light
Letters I've written, never to follow
Poets and madmen all defy reason
Still in my mind I know
I want to live my life with you
Dying hard
Play the whole hand 'til it's through
Dying hard
Dying hard
Dying hard
Dying hard
And in your arctic night
You contemplate eternity
Walking on water
Frozen in silence
And in that moment would you
Turn around and turn to me
Laughing away night's darker tyrants
My life is burning
Could you read by the light
Letters I've written, never to follow
Poets and madmen all defy reason
Still in my mind I know
I want to live my life with you
Dying hard
Play the whole hand 'til it's through
Dying hard
Dying hard
Dying hard
Dying hard
Some nights I spend alone inside my head
But it's better than losing it
And if you want to turn it all around
It's your life you're choosing it
I want to live my life with you
Dying hard
Play the whole hand 'til it's through
Dying hard
Dying hard
Dying hard
Dying hard
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You were never one for waiting
Still I always thought you'd wait for me
Have you from your dream awakened
And from where you are what do you see
Which of us is now in exile
Which in need of amnesty
Are you now but an illusion
In my mind alone you breathe
You believed in things that I will never know
You were out there drowning but it never showed
Till inside a rain swept night you just let go
You're thrown it all away
And now we'll never see
The ending of the play
The grand design
The final line
And what was meant to be
In the dark a distant runner
Now has disappeared into the night
Leaving us to stand and wonder
Staring from this end into your life
You believed in things that I will never know
You were out there drowning but it never showed
Till inside a rain swept night you just let go
You've thrown it all away
And now we'll never see
The ending of the play
The grand design
The final line
And what was meant to be
And if this is all illusion
Nothing more than pure delusion
Clinging to a fading fantasy
Like Icarus who heeds the calling
Of a sun but now is falling
As the feathers of his life fall free
Can you see
See
Tomorrow
And after
You tell me what am I to do
I stand here
Believing
That in the dark
There is a clue
Perhaps inside
This midnight sky
Perhaps tomorrow's new born eyes
Or then again
We'll never know
And after all
This was the show
What am I to do
Gotta get back
Gotta get back
Gotta get back
What am I to do
Gotta get back
Gotta get back
Gotta get back
What am I to do
Standing on a dream
Isn't what it seems
Could we then reclaim a dream refused
Knowing what we know
Could we let it go
Realizing that all the years are used
Tomorrow and after
You tell me what am I to do
I stand here believing
That in the dark there is a clue
I am the way
I am the light
I am the dark inside the night
I hear your hopes
I feel your dreams
And in the dark I hear your screams
Tomorrow and after
You tell me what am I to do
I stand here believing
That in the dark there is a clue
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