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Something happened here in this cold deserted place |
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Where mighty walls have vanished leaving not a trace |
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Something's not quite right where ravens cast a guilty eye |
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And hidden reason still continues to deny |
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But Mary I can feel your pain I can hear your heart breaking |
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On the silent fields of Fotheringay I can hear your heart breaking |
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We give our might to men who take it as their own |
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And in our name destroy with every thrown stone |
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We stand the simple fools we watch them break it down |
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But the stolen voice lies silent it cannot make a sound |
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We've found a darkness here belief has withered well away |
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And time has sacrificed but no-one dares to say |
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Something's not quite right where ravens cast a guilty eye |
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And hidden reason still continues to deny |