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By Skyclad, Here's just a few of the changes I'll make
when mankind
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By Skyclad, Forgive me if I'm out of order -
this new "music"
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By Skyclad, Yet another sluggard hour stumbles past,
it's no wonder life looks
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By Skyclad, An apple in the eye of the storm that's coming
When
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By Skyclad, Moonlit faces - ghostly white
Robed in midnight leather
Death - heads
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By Skyclad, I have walked the earth so many times before your
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By Skyclad, I'll sing to you of days departed,
Times when men proud
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By Skyclad, Sometimes life feels like an ocean,
cruel and far too cold
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By Skyclad, [Instrumental]
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By Skyclad, Deep in the castle and back from the war
Back with
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By Skyclad, 'Free citizens of Planet Earth';
The leptons in some base equation.
Bound
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By Skyclad, There's a "Fat Cat" sitting in a Caddilac
Riding ten feet
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By Skyclad, Why do you still refuse to see,
this vast global conspiracy,
that's
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By Skyclad, Pick up the fragments and piece them together
Tell me do
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By Skyclad, Unto those who have enough you give more free of
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By Skyclad, Are you ready...
Are you ready for The Sinful Ensemble?
Good clean
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By Skyclad, We're building up to nothing
Can make it last all day
They're
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By Skyclad, A red letter day for our nowhere industrial town
A minister's
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By Skyclad, A wise man's son and Wednesday's child in each other
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By Skyclad, (It's a load of old John Bull)
Cruel Britannia ruled the
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By Skyclad, Where the past meets the present we walk hand in
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By Skyclad, (Narration)
Nobody could have conceived in the final decade of the
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By Skyclad, I'll paly Bacchus for the evening,
pray, be seated, take your
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By Skyclad, Insomnia taunts me, I turned on my t.v.;
Rapt in the
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By Skyclad, It's a mountain that we all must climb,
In giant leaps
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By Skyclad, Walking my personal calvary mile to a do-it-yourself-crucifixion,It's a kingdom
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By Skyclad, I stare at fading visions now much fainter than beforeOf
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By Skyclad, A song I dedicate unto those who share my needto
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By Skyclad, Carnal gladiators lie restless awaiting the dawnSlaves to their passion
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By Skyclad, My life is a sentence that carries no pardon,I can't