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They are the victims of the night
Ride against the wind, born to lose the fight
They fill the doorways, they come far
Holding what they bring, details on a card
And on a rainy night like this
Someone shuts the door, goodbye on their lips
There is no charity from where they come
There's nothing left to be
In stark reality thy will be done
For you, for them, for me
How far jerusalem, before the heart breaks down
No kings among them, cold feet in london town
How far jerusalem, oh broken hearted clown
We stand among them, cold feet in london town
They are in search of liberty's trail
Equal in their eyes, faces drawn and pale
So many hearts have gone before
Probably ignored, crashing to the floor
They are the victims of the night
Ride against the wind, born to lose the fight
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We talk endlessly don't get anywhere
Born in reality cradled in care
If you needed me or mistreated me
Won't you still be there
And those lonely nights when you find it hard
Losing your appetite breaking apart
If you needed me or mistreated me
Don't break my heart
It goes deep my love only for you
Just like an arrow
It goes deep my love only for you
Just like an arrow
Straight through your heart
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There's a storm lamp on the table
Throwing shadows to the gable
And you swallow if you're able
On a storyteller's night
From the poorhouse chimes indifferent
Seven towers, seven sisters
Every black heart walks the distance
On a storyteller's night
Try to sleep on your pillow and dream
Sleep, all god's children to keep
Though we all lose track of time
Disappears like faded lines
Keep your nightlight burning
I'll come through wind and rain
Keep your nightlight burning
I'll be with you once again
There's a chill wind at your back door
And the fire cracks on the damp floor
You hear footsteps but you're not sure
On a storyteller's night
See the night sky supernova
Chase the cold moon passing over
Start the dragon's fire to smoulder
On a storyteller's night
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Every step I take along the way
Every hour of every single day
You don't listen to a word I say
I stand patiently waiting here
You left a message on the nearest wall
Just the same as all the ones before
I don't believe it when you write you'll call
I stand patiently waiting here
I want you here
To help me through the night
Want you my dear
Don't leave before first light
I want you here
To help me through the night
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Cannons roared, in the valley they thundered
While the guns lit up the night
Then it rained and both sides wondered
Who is wrong and who is right?
On the wire like a ragged old scarecrow
Bloody hands and broken back
When they fire, see him pirouette solo
Jump in time to the rat-a-tat
What a night though it's one of seven
What a night for the dancing dead
What a night to be called to heaven
What a picture to fill your head
By the wall in silhouette standing
Through a flash of sudden light
Cigarette from his mouth just hanging
Paper square to his heart pinned tight
Gather round reluctant marksmen
One of them to take his life
With a smile he gives them pardon
Leaves the dark and takes the light
They dispatch their precious cargo
And knock him back right off his feet
And they pray may no one follow
Better still to face the beast
When the field has become a garden
And the wall has stood the test
Children play and the dogs run barking
Who would think or who would guess?
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You're a believer of the wayward call
Heavens above, what comes with that?
No crystal gazing on an empty shore
Don't dip your eyes, don't turn your back
You make no promises when you break their hearts
Your magic power turns to dust
You're off and running long before it starts
That's what you do, stay untouched
No endless love, can't find no endless love
No endless love, can't find no endless love
I've turned the corner and there's no one there
You've peeled your shadow off the wall
Now I've crossed the border and so please beware
I'm never sure of you at all
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Send my love on the telephone
No one answers, no one's home
Call after call
I just get nothing at all
Dirty feelings, they can't be right
Try again for tomorrow night
No luck at all
Has got me walking the floor
Good love, forsaken
Two hearts, one breaking
Good love, mistaken
Two hearts, one aching
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I never had a chance
Once I put my eyes on you
Too old to play romance
I said nothing that made sense to you
It took me by surprise
Breaking out is hard, that's true
It started from inside
No telling what the heart will do
But I'll steal your heart
And you'll never recover
Steal your heart
You won't look to another
Steal your heart
And you'll never recover
You had me from the start
Doesn't matter, wrong or right
You know you can't do things by half
Tomorrow is another night
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Not forsaken, another heart
They lie taken in foreign parts
Someone breaking another heart
They lie waiting in foreign parts
Old england's skies
Turn black and she cries
Wet again
All england's eyes
Turn black and they cry
Yet again
Standing over another heart
Winds blow colder in foreign parts
And the nameless, the sacred heart
Come to claim us from foreign parts
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The last dance
Might be your last chance
Over your shoulder
You turn and you glance
They walk past
Still no one has asked
Feeling much older
The evening has crashed
But don't surrender, don't you cry
Another lonely night, you've had enough
Another lonely night is one too much
Another lonely night, you might just give up
The last dance
You hide empty hands
No one comes near you
The noise of the band
You can't talk
So you get up and walk
And all that you've been through
It's not like you thought
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They are the victims of the night
Ride against the wind, born to lose the fight
They fill the doorways, they come far
Holding what they bring, details on a card
And on a rainy night like this
Someone shuts the door, goodbye on their lips
There is no charity from where they come
There's nothing left to be
In stark reality thy will be done
For you, for them, for me
How far jerusalem, before the heart breaks down
No kings among them, cold feet in london town
How far jerusalem, oh broken hearted clown
We stand among them, cold feet in london town
They are in search of liberty's trail
Equal in their eyes, faces drawn and pale
So many hearts have gone before
Probably ignored, crashing to the floor
They are the victims of the night
Ride against the wind, born to lose the fight
. . .
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You're a believer of the wayward call
Heavens above, what comes with that?
No crystal gazing on an empty shore
Don't dip your eyes, don't turn your back
You make no promises when you break their hearts
Your magic power turns to dust
You're off and running long before it starts
That's what you do, stay untouched
No endless love, can't find no endless love
No endless love, can't find no endless love
I've turned the corner and there's no one there
You've peeled your shadow off the wall
Now I've crossed the border and so please beware
I'm never sure of you at all
. . .
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Every step I take along the way
Every hour of every single day
You don't listen to a word I say
I stand patiently waiting here
You left a message on the nearest wall
Just the same as all the ones before
I don't believe it when you write you'll call
I stand patiently waiting here
I want you here
To help me through the night
Want you my dear
Don't leave before first light
I want you here
To help me through the night
. . .
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Not forsaken, another heart
They lie taken in foreign parts
Someone breaking another heart
They lie waiting in foreign parts
Old england's skies
Turn black and she cries
Wet again
All england's eyes
Turn black and they cry
Yet again
Standing over another heart
Winds blow colder in foreign parts
And the nameless, the sacred heart
Come to claim us from foreign parts
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Cannons roared, in the valley they thundered
While the guns lit up the night
Then it rained and both sides wondered
Who is wrong and who is right?
On the wire like a ragged old scarecrow
Bloody hands and broken back
When they fire, see him pirouette solo
Jump in time to the rat-a-tat
What a night though it's one of seven
What a night for the dancing dead
What a night to be called to heaven
What a picture to fill your head
By the wall in silhouette standing
Through a flash of sudden light
Cigarette from his mouth just hanging
Paper square to his heart pinned tight
Gather round reluctant marksmen
One of them to take his life
With a smile he gives them pardon
Leaves the dark and takes the light
They dispatch their precious cargo
And knock him back right off his feet
And they pray may no one follow
Better still to face the beast
When the field has become a garden
And the wall has stood the test
Children play and the dogs run barking
Who would think or who would guess?
. . .
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The last dance
Might be your last chance
Over your shoulder
You turn and you glance
They walk past
Still no one has asked
Feeling much older
The evening has crashed
But don't surrender, don't you cry
Another lonely night, you've had enough
Another lonely night is one too much
Another lonely night, you might just give up
The last dance
You hide empty hands
No one comes near you
The noise of the band
You can't talk
So you get up and walk
And all that you've been through
It's not like you thought
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