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| 2. |
| 2:34 |
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| 3. |
| 0:54 |
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| 4. |
| 3:46 |
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| 5. |
| 6:04 | 
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Fortune presents gifts
Not according to the book Fortune presents gifts Not according to the book When you expect whistles it's flutes When you expect flutes it's whistles What various paths are followed In distributing honours and possessions She gives awards to some And penitent's cloaks to others When you expect whistles it's flutes When you expect flutes it's whistles Sometimes she robs the chief goatherd Of his cottage and goat pen And to whomever she fancies The lamest goat has born two kids When you expect whistles it's flutes When you expect flutes it's whistles Because in a village a poor lad Has stolen one egg He swings in the sun And another gets away with a thousand crimes When you expect whistles it's flutes When you expect flutes it's whistles |
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| 6. |
| 5:17 |
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| 7. |
| 2:06 |
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| 8. |
| 4:57 |
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Murderer!
Man of fire Murderer! I've seen the eyes of living dead It's the same game, survival The great mass play A waiting game Embalmed, crippled Dying in fear of pain All sense of freedom gone Black sun in a white world Like having a black sun in a white world I have a son His name is Eden It's his birthright Beyond estranged times Give me sixty nine years Another season in this hell It's all sex and death As far as eyes can tell Like Prometheus we are bound Chained to this rock Of a brave new world Our god forsaken lot And I feel That's all we have ever needed to know Till worlds end and the seas run cold Give me sixty nine years Another season in this hell There is sex and death In mother nature's plans Like Prometheus we are bound Chained to this rock Of a brave new world Our god forsaken lot |
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| 9. |
| 1:24 |
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| 10. |
| 3:24 |
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| 11. |
| 1:19 |
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| 12. |
| 2:49 |
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