Twenty Seven

By Mercy Union

On The Quarry

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Well we hit the ground

I cannot see in front of me

I don't know what to do

Does it make a sound

If no-one's there to split the hair

Find the bell, die in care

Try to tell the odds

Do you make them all

Control your outs

Must have cost a pretty penny but it was worth every cent

If you look back now

I wouldn't wish your curse on anyone

Accept the rules about having fun

Always walk and never run

Take us all down with them trying not to drown

Amy Amy can you save me from a normal life?

The prophets and the blind

The husbands and the wives

Amy baby can you save me from we cannot choose?

Those rambling gambling ghouls that are following you

When you were young

Were you scared of how the story ends?

Did you know it all along?

Did it burn your lungs?

To wage a war without a prayer

On pipes and dreams you do depend

All the text you would have had

Erase any evidence you ever did exist

Amy Amy can you save me from a normal life?

The prophets and the blind

The husbands and the wives

Amy baby can you save me from we cannot choose?

Those rambling gambling ghouls that are following you

Amy baby can you save me from we cannot choose

Those rambling gambling ghouls that are following you

Amy baby can you save me from we cannot choose

Jury and the rules

Fire and the tools

Those rambling gambling ghouls that are following you