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Blessed stand |
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I, he has in fear |
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Yield to despair, |
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Four swords drawn, sworn to |
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Kings, A will that they share, |
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Oh to die for martyrdom, |
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Wash the wind martyrdom, with blood, |
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In Canterbury, oh, oh, in |
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Canterbury. |
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She's settled as evil, |
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As a plague to destroy old |
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Canterbury, |
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Bear witness to malady, |
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For here the chords that will make history, |
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Oh mystery. |
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They say 'strike him down!' 'strike him down!' |
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His 'strife stirred |
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France' repaid by those |
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Who'll raise their hearts |
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To spite the people of |
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Canterbury. |
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Ethereal Cathedral, |
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Your voice, the voice of |
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Canterbury, |
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Resist your temptations |
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And look to the wind, for conspiracies, ooh |
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Infamy! They say 'strike him down!' 'strike him down!' |
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Let stone and oak decay the crown. |
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Who'll raise their hearts |
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To spite the people of |
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Canterbury. |
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When her dead breath has numbered the land, |
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And Barons will rule as they planned. |
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Oh Cathedral you've died! |
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Oh Cathedral you lied! |
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The sins of our |
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Fathers, You are here with me, |
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Can we forgive you? |
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For the fall of |
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Canterbury. |
