| Throw down a line, help a poor boy
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| Who’s drowning in the stormy sea
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| Throw down a line, help a poor boy
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| Who’s hanging in a nowhere tree
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| Have you got a place for me
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| Men are tied in chains of silence
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| I look on violence, up, down, left and right
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| Is there no hope of light
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| The peaceful hand that once caressed me
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| Hurts like the rest, because it’s turned to stone
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| Talons of steel have grown
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| Throw down a line, help a poor boy
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| Who’s drowning in the stormy sea
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| Throw down a line, help a poor boy
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| Who’s hanging in a nowhere tree
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| Have you got a place for me
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| Yeah, oh help me, yeah
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| Throw down a line, help a poor boy
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| Who’s drowning in the stormy sea
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| Throw down a line, help a poor boy
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| Who’s hanging in a nowhere tree
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| Have you got a place for me
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| See the moon, it’s getting nearer
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| But no more clearer than the earth below
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| What do we really know
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| I feel the stab of pain returning
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| Despair is burning in my heart again
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| Why don’t they see the end, ooooh
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| Throw down a line, help a poor boy
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| Who’s drowning in the stormy sea
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| Yeah, throw down a line, help a poor boy
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| Who’s hanging in a nowhere tree
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| Have you got a place for me
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| Throw down a line, help a poor boy
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| Who’s drowning in the stormy sea
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| Yeah, throw down a line, help a poor boy
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| Who’s hanging in a nowhere tree
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| Have you got a place for me |