| I’ve tied my future up with a fine organisation
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| It’s called the Red Brigades and they treat employees well
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| Threw in my living lot with trainees and refugees
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| Trade words, deeds, the quick and the dead
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| More than I can tell
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| Blind days with books as safe as a sprig of deadly nightshade
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| My feet set flat on the floor and Hell nowhere in sight
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| Long walks and dizzy talk with fellow travellers and foreigners
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| Words, deeds, the quick and the dead
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| Help me see the light
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| And on the first day
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| I could distinguish wrong from right
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| And before the second day
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| The first night
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| (A night underground)
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| Oh, the first night
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| (A night underground)
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| Well met — we share scarlet fever and we caught it from a grievance
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| Hall set his girl against him when he seized her in his car
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| The red goal lures many souls
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| Vendetta-crazed girls and men of the world
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| Trade words, deeds, the quick and the dead
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| Together we’ll go far
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| Moon, skin, slipping it in and the pulse of blood relations
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| Slats, shades and the scatterbrains of moths against the light
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| From pillow talk to politics, cry Hegel, cry baby
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| Words, deeds, the quick and the dead
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| And downy feather’s flight
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| And on the first day
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| I could distinguish wrong from right
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| And before the second day
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| The first night
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| (A night underground)
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| Oh, the first night
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| (A night underground)
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| Because the quick will meet the dead
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| The double man finds friends
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| Because its spinning goes to his head
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| He wants a world without end
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| He’ll build a world without end, my love
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| He never wants to die
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| He’s quite prepared to kill, my love
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| To keep his world alive
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| Making the match with a double-bind we can turn into embracing
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| We catch our yearning up in the act of turning round
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| Sing marching songs as we forge the bonds Between Eros and Thanatos
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| Words, deeds, the quick and the dead
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| We’re lost in what we’ve found
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| Vendetta-crazed girls and men of the world
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| And on the first day
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| I could distinguish wrong from right
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| And before the second day
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| The first night
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| (A night underground)
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| Oh, the first night
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| (A night underground)
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| Because the quick will meet the dead
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| The double man makes friends
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| Because its spinning goes to his head
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| He wants a world without end
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| He wants a world without end, my love
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| (When the marksmen march to the top of the town)
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| He never wants to die
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| (Marked men fall down again)
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| He’s quite prepared to kill, my love
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| (When the marksmen march to the top of the town)
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| To keep his world alive
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| (Marked men fall down again)
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| (When the marksmen march to the top of the town
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| Marked men fall down again)
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| (When the marksmen march to the top of the town
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| Marked men fall down again)
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| (When the marksmen march to the top of the town
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| Marked men fall down again) |