In back-alley street
where every alley meets
in every corner of the world
everybody's popping pills.
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Love is sign language,
it's not what you say,
or what you give,
it's how you act
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Darkness falls down like a net
smothering those who've lost their breath
taking away their fading time
covering up their daylight
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She was starving,
she was dying
stuck inside a nunnery
they wouldn't allow her
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Kings sitting on top thrones of ivory
sheep with chunks of flesh missing
wool piled high in forgotten storerooms
overcome with greed but more by controlling them
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She said, 'Won't you love me? '
I said, 'Give me a chance.'
She said, 'Love me even more.'
I said, 'Then take my hand.'
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Yellow feathers,
a white dove
on the telephone line.
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He knew what was in them
He knew they loved sin
His own chosen
burned babies to the Devil
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What are we doing, wasting our life?
or is it even our life to waste?
These are the battlegrounds, my friends
or are you even my friends?
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