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She Don't Hear Your PrayerOh brother please,
Still the guns at your side
It's only me
We got through it alive
The more things change
The more we're turning to stone
A naked flame
She's Not Coming BackThe orchard's golden leaves
Are burning down
Fire closing in
The fruit is blistering
Above you
How can such a pleasure
Be regarded as a sin
A ray of sun limps
The Last Good Day of the YearDon't tell me
That you get sick of living
When the summer's so forgiving although we have stolen
All of the things that we though we had owned then
Have disappeared
All these things in flavour
Won't do you no favours
Your Day Will Comeyour day will come
it's catching up on you
when your race is run
your feint-hearted faith
follows through, always, always....
roll back the night
roll by the lonely parade and it's gone