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By Death In June, In a foreign land
In a foreign time
Reaping time had come
I'm
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By Death In June, Above the stars
And, above the moon
We initiate
We will be there
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By Death In June, There's a pox upon Blackheath
and it isn't far beneath
Where three
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By Death In June, And in dark rooms
The old man looks
Looks through his tired
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By Death In June, Despise your lack of Loyalty
Despise your lack of Love
Find it
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By Death In June, Time has a numbing effect
I weep and, I have wept
To
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By Death In June, Our love is
Our love is
Beyond fulfilment
Beyond despair
The ultimate faith
The ultimate
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By Death In June, Paranoia is an icy start
But a start, nonetheless
A convenient memory
Is
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By Death In June, Here comes that feeling again
Down on My Life again
And, I’m
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By Death In June, Through little streets
With little minds
Switzerland
Steps out of time
With cuckoo clocks
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By Death In June, Fear is a token
And, in this darkness
It never rests
My body
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By Death In June, Hand grenades and olympic flames
We lead our lives free of
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By Death In June, As pilgrims here - we sometimes journey
To who knows what
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By Death In June, Take a walk down Heaven Street
The soil is soft and
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By Death In June, Sacred war breeds devils’ martyrs
Our reckoning raises banished masters
In the
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By Death In June, Honour the Blade!
A final pilgrimage to life
Friends are few, indeed
A
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By Death In June, And I shall turn your eyes into tears
When all that's
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By Death In June, And I shall turn your eyes into tears
When all that's
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By Death In June, Well, hullo angel
A gift and a smile
Well, hullo angel
As we
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By Death In June, The Shadow Of Stars
Fall upon Your hair
I kneel at Your
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By Death In June, Solitude is not given
It is earned
In this conspiracy
Of destiny
Empty vessels
Of
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By Death In June, In your eyes
Is the truth
Slip your head into the noose
Okay?
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By Death In June, How many miles
To Babyland?
Well, it's there
And back again!
Your bellied walls
Are
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By Death In June, From Jesus, junk and the jurisdiction
To My dying Heart and
Our
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By Death In June, Are you close to
Or far from your conscience?
As the petals
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By Death In June, In the summer
The fires come
In mid-summer
The pyres burn
And, everything disappears
And,
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By Death In June, Open up you mind
And ku ku ku, baby
And time will
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By Death In June, Lay only leopard flowers upon my path
Lined by the drummers
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By Death In June, There he stood
At the edge of the world
Snatching
The sun from
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By Death In June, We burn your flesh
We burn your soul
We gaze up into
