The Nature Of Our Kind

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It was half-past can't say when,
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Been to Hell and back one weekend.
Em
No, Death was a dim-witted soul,
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Lo! But he wasn't grim.

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Asked if we could meet again,
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Some other time, another place.
Em
Oh, no, it wasn't cheating,
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Just the nature of competing,
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I was simply twisting fate.


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Oh, with a new moon dripped a steady stream,
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I knelt and watched my face,
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Caught the last train north, way up north,
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With the cold wind giving chase.


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Oh, all the night was clear,
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The air was crisp and clean,
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The great beyond all pistol black, the white serene,
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Oh, when morning broke,
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We woke to such a scene.


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Padadam...


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Well, I stumbled round for days and days,
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Walked my shadow to the ground,
        Em
Well, I stirred the waking sun,
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But I was not the only one
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With bloody fists or blistered tongue.


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Well, a thousand points of light cut through
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The great storm in the sky,
Em            C
Sunbeams somersaulting down,
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At twice the speed of light.

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On her hands criss-crossed,
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All the clocks on the walls told different times,
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And the cheap red wine splayed all the tiny
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Fragments in my mind.


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Oh, the caterwaul of crooked little chimes,
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Ringing out of tune,
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Yes, ringing out of time,
              Em
Oh, the symphony!
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The cracking of the trees,
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The crashing of the waves,
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The quaking underneath our feet,
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All in perfect pitch and key,
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Just the nature of our kind.