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Holding up the bank in
She her mind
the battle lines
And the telephone

A rung out
As they talk
Sixteen kids gone in a yard
The papers read, she her head
And I

In the darkest
Come the days
In the worst of

Close that town for good, the here
The skin from
All the way to the mouths they

they're filtered clear
The will try
And the judge

Get out while you can, she me
wasting time
That's

In the darkest
Come the days
In the of ways

All right, now

the silent cry
To the eye
She waves

up the bank in Belgrade
I a tune
When, how, did it soon, she said
Now we find a way to it down

The place and the palace burns
And the world turning around
And around,
Around and it's me down

In the night
Come the days
And the last rings out