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I had already seen
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Black Ships ate the sky
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I was sweet sixteen
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The fences folded
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And the trees surrounded
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Black Ships in the sky
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Devouring the clouds
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And the thought came to me
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Just sweet sixteen and full of night
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Who will deliver me from myself?
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Who will deliver me from myself?
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And I looked up at the sleeping lion
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Black Ships ate the sky
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Colours untold
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Kissing my eyes
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To unmake myself
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And to be unborn
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To be unborn
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And not to see
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Black Ships in the sky
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With their cypress night
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Following in the wake
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Of the churning rudders
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Of Black Ships in the sky
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Cartoon Messiahs became
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Cartoon Destroyers
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If I was unborn
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I would have nothing to be grateful for
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I would have never seen love
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I would have never held cats
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I would have never buried my friends
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And prayed for their souls
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In reddening churches
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I would never have kissed
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And I would never have wept
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And I would never have seen
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Black Ships eat the sky
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And I would have been unborn
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And not have seen circuses
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Whilst watching the flowers
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Rise flags made of atoms
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Who will deliver me from myself?
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Who will deliver me from myself?
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Who will deliver me
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From Black Ships in the sky?
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Black Ships ate the sky
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And I am unborn