| Fare well, good fellows, your ways are not for me
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| Fare well good fellows, your ways are not for me
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| Rest upon your laurels, glad you found your peace
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| But, fare well good fellows, your ways are not for me
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| A rappin' at the chapel door
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| Sweepin' at the enemies floor
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| Do not touch or make a sound
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| Keep your eyes upon the ground
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| I read your countless volumes, shunned your many sins
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| But I cannot find salvation in the rattlin' of your tins
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| I wish good to your children, and their own children too
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| But your armour will not fit me, though fine it’s suiting you
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| So, fare well good fellows, your ways are not for me
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| Fare well good fellows, your ways are not for me
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| Rest upon your laurels, glad you found your peace
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| But, fare well good fellows, your ways are not for me
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| A flag is waved, the bomb is thrown
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| So many names and dates to know
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| Books upon the books are stacked
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| To get something so simple backwards
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| Dark and revolution, but spirals, not the spins
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| Where you’ll fall down dizzy and forget where to begin
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| I wish good to your children, and their own children too
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| But your armour will not fit me, although fine it’s suitin' you
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| Suitin' you, suitin' you.
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| Turn your blessings into weapons and hold them before your chest
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| To you and all your comrades, I only wish the best
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| We may not meet again, for we are treading separate trails
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| But I’ll cast off and think of you, on seas, on roads, on rails
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| From chapels to the armies, magician to the 'nave
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| You either blaze your own trail, or you’re diggin' your own grave
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| I wish good to your children and their own children too
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| But your armour will not fit me, although fine it’s suitin' you
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| I said, your armour will not fit me
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| Your armour will not fit me, though fine it’s suitin' you
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| Your armour will not fit me
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| Your armour will not fit me although fine it’s suitin' you
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| So, fare well good fellows,
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| Fare well good fellows, your ways are not for me
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| Fare well good fellows
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| Fare well good fellows, your ways are not for me
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| Not for me |