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Year Of The KnifeI saw it happen way back in the days of my youthThe persecution and confusion, fear instead of love They?ve killed so many that it?s hard to really know who?s left Can it be that we?re all dead... and beauty is the end? This town is small, but it?s filled with both love and hate You seek some truth, you won?t find it here They?re rolling stones up the hill, memories of those dead? It scares me so, just to know, things can be this way Young eyes... though almost gone A reflection of this dying town Would you walk alone, in the night, in the night... They seek this town day and night, after "big blade Bill" Some say he?s still here, but I think he?s gone He?s a scapegoat, laughing in his nest, he just doesn?t care "Maybe Im dead... So what? Beauty is the end" A voyeur, spying a mind while at rage keep your distance, pose a good theory (slice) Don?t you wander off, my love – don?t go alone into the night |