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It's only been an hour |
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Since he locked her in the tower |
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The time has come |
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He must be undone |
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By the morning |
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Many times before |
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The tyrant's opened up the door |
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Someone cries |
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Still we close our eyes |
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Not again |
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Meet me when the sun is in the western sky |
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The fighting must begin before another someone dies |
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Crossbows in the firelight |
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Greensleeves waving |
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Mad men raving |
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Through the shattered night, yeah |
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Flames are getting higher |
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Make it leap unto the spire |
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Drawbridge down |
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Cut it to the ground |
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We shall dance around the fire |
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No more night |
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We have seen the light |
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Let it shine on bright |
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Hang him higher, higher |
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(Sixteenth century greensleeves) |
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Drawbridge down |
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Cut it to the ground |
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We shall dance around, around the fire |
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No more night |
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We have seen the light |
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Let it shine on bright |
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Hang him higher, higher |
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Put a man on the fire |
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Drawbridge down |
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Cut it to the ground |
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We're going to dance around the fire, the fire, the fire |
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There's no more night |
