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Marque le tempo à la vitesse que vous souhaitez.
No one looks in this place for motive or any hope
But for the dead shot of an amber glass the blue light of a votive
Rain obscured the window as the pain was dulled by the grains
Absolved by spoons in flames and fear in time dissolving
It's not for the faint of pulse or anybody false
Those amateurs who simply she'd their skins
Where are those traitors now we once called patriots?
Just like those saints who seem to revel in their sins
Oh my eyes were filled with tears that were stinging
After our assassin's work was done
The bells and hands were only there for the wringing
And we were bringing bullets for the new-born king
The trumpet sound lamenting tramping down the blooms of the deceased
The double agent girl and the fallen priest were heading for the border
Somewhere in the high command there stayed the palest hand
That saw the order countermand erased a tape recorder
And then they hung him from a window cord
Swallow down that voodoo vial and stay your breath a while
Before we spill the tale that we have spun
And now I shall confide all that I have denied
Oh I'm so sorry for the things I've done
Oh my eyes were filled with tears that were stinging
After our assassin's work was done
The bells and hands were only there for the wringing
And we were bringing bullets for the new-born king
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