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Twenty Five Sins
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Call off your witch hunt
This time the french are not to blame
Your justice is heaven sent
I bid you farewell I'll see you in hell
This town is burning down
This town is burning down
This town is burning down
You've consumed and consumed and consumed
The very soul of this city
It's a sin
Will you be surprised when the flames
Consume you as God claims his retribution
This town is burning down
This town is burning down
This town is burning down
This town is burning down
This town is burning down
This town is burning down
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A Rook House For Bobby
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they've made mountains out of molehills
let them climb
they can chase me to the end of the earth
and if they find me, let them indite me
i just don't care anymore
they've pushed me too far, too far
they've pushed me too far, too far
all this talk of war but it's only a game
all i ever wanted to do is play chess with you
but if they find me, they will indite me
i just can't fight anymore
they've pushed me too far, too far
they've pushed me too far, too far
we'll build this rook house here for bobby
we'll build this rook house here for bobby
we'll build this rook house here for bobby
we'll build this rook house here for bobby
we'll build this rook house here for bobby
we'll build this rook house here for bobby
we'll build this rook house here for bobby
we'll build this rook house here...
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Victress
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You pulled the wool
Over our eyes
You stole the wind
From my sails
I pushed her too hard
I dreamed too big for my
Landlocked world to contain
Here I sit with head in hand
I sing elegies to lessons I will never learn
I pushed her too hard
All men will be
Sailors until the sea
Shall set them free
I close my eyes and
All men will be
Sailors until the sea
Shall set them free
I close my eyes and
All men will be
Sailors until the sea
Shall set them free
I close my eyes and swim
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These Feet Of Clay
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Your romantic gestures
They are lost on me.
Even with a heart of stone
If it ends as it began we will never know.
We marched bravely
From the lions' den.
Their shadows flicker in the flame.
We marched bravely
From the lions' den.
They grow more human every day
And we were lost.
How long
Before the lights come on?
Before they wake,
And there is hell to pay?
We will all be gone
Before the lights come on
Well the writing's on the wall.
We marched bravely
From the lions' den.
Their shadows flicker in the flame.
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Voice of Reason
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It took a blow to the head
And I realized what I
Was put on this earth to achieve
It showed me the way
So make an example of me
Hang me up from the tallest tree
Make an example of me
This is not the voice of reason
It's the cross I was chosen to bear
This is not the voice of reason
My time has surely come
I'm as guilty as can be
This is treason
In the first degree
Now the gallows tree
she calls to me my name
There can be no reprieve for me now
In this lifetime
This is not the voice of reason
It's the cross I was chosen to bear
This is not the voice of reason
Make an example of me
Make an example of me
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Hope Is Not Enough
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Our star burns bright,
As we curse it for the final time,
And we forget to breathe
And we regret
The process of our age,
Progress, stagnation and decay,
And we breathe deep.
And we realise
That hope is not enough,
Our game is up.
So caught up in the whens and the whys,
We forget to breathe
Breathe in,
Breathe out,
Breathe deep.
Well for a year we lived as kings.
We had everything we could ever need,
And we slept.
We slept soundly in our royal beds,
As the walls came crashing down,
Around our ears.
And as we realise
That hope is not enough,
Our game is up.
So caught up in the whens and the whys,
We forget to breathe.
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7
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Terra Nova
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How could I,
have led these men to their demise,
and they just follow?
Exploration's last great prize,
it wasn't mine.
CHORUS:
and mores the shame
you will remember my name
Great god,
this is an awful place,
and I do not think that we can hope,
for any better things now,
oh the end,
cannot be far,
it cannot be far,
I cannot wait.
Explorations last great prize,
a saving grace,
it wasn't mine
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Sea of Regrets
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Some things are better left forgotten
Or the weight of the world will crush your bones
In an ideal situation
This will all be over soon.
And I will leave this world in pieces
I will leave it to the scarab and the crows
Under seas and under soil
In a million years
Our bones will be your oil
One by one
It happens to us all
When you least expect
Your sky will tumble down
We were surprised to find
It was our time to sink or swim
And I will leave this world in pieces
I will leave it to the scarab and the crows
Under seas and under soil
In a million years
Our bones will be your oil
We're out of our death in
A sea of regrets and
I hate to say I told you so
We're out of our depth in
A sea of excess and
This is everything I hoped it would be
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