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Away from the Sky
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(Many thanks to Megs and Hotdog Man for these lyrics).
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Yon:
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Never been through this before,
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Never had to lock the door,
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He had never once tried suicide,
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Never tried.
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He had no spears to his name,
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Never gone near to the flame,
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Never had he had to run inside,
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Had to hide...
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Gatesy:
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"I know why that you lie, that you hate to face me,"
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Said the woman with a grin.
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"Don't you run", and that's when she had him,
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Like a rat, like a stone that she held suspended,
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In the shadow of her eye,
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And he didn't know to fight,
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Out of sight here...
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Away from the sky,
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Know how to get to me,
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Know how to make me a li-i-i-i-ar.
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Yon:
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Never been through this before,
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Didn't want this any more.
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Once again he tried to understand her demand,
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Didn't know how it was done,
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He was not the only one,
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Nonetheless he had no sympathy,
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Had to be...
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Away from the...
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Tripod:
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... sky.
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Yon and Scod:
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Know...
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Gatesy:
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Know how to get to me.
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Yon and Scod:
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I know...
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Gatesy:
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Know how to make me...
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Tripod:
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A li-i-i-i-ar.
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Liar, liar.
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Liar, liar.
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Yon:
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Never been through this before.
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Gatesy:
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"I know why that you lie that you hate to face me,"
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Yon:
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Never had to lock the door.
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Gatesy:
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And she had him once again.
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Yon:
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He had never once tried suicide.
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Gatesy:
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"Don't deny."
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Yon:
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Never tried.
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Gatesy:
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"I don't want you lying."
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Yon:
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He had no spears to his name.
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Gatesy:
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Know yourself, know your soul.
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No you're not on my ground.
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Yon:
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Never gone near to the flame.
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Gatesy:
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When you're conjuring the clouds.
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Yon:
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Nonetheless he had no sympathy.
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Gatesy:
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Blocking off your only light,
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Out of sight here.
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Yon:
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Had to be.
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Away from the...
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Tripod:
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... sky.
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Yon and Scod:
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Know...
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Gatesy:
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Know how to get to me.
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Yon and Scod:
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I know...
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Gatesy:
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Know how to make me...
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Tripod:
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A li-i-i-i-ar.
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Liar, liar.
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Liar, liar.
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Liar, liar.
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