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Like carillon bells, the of Augustus rings
With the hymn of my fellow passerine, they took to it
Like a fox to a burrow, an eagle to an aerie
And my god, it's getting hard to hum a single thing

You were the song that I'd always
You were the light that the would bring
But I can't this feeling that I was only
Pushing the spear into side again

See, my of a kind, they more and more are looking like
than any little messiah
And as I prune my like leaves from a vine
I find that we have and fewer in kind, but

My and fingers still reek of gasoline
From fuel to the fire of that Greco-Roman dream
Purifying the holy to melt the gilded seams
It don't bring me relief, no it bring me nothing that

You the song that I'd always sing
You were the light that the would bring
But I can't shake this feeling I was only
Pushing the spear your side again
And again and

he comes a knocking at my door
What am I to do, am I to do, oh lord
When the cold wind rolls in form the
What am I to do, am I to do, oh lord

When he comes a at my door
am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord
When the cold rolls in form the north
am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord

When he a knocking at my door
am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord
When the cold wind rolls in the north
am I to do, what am I to do, oh lord