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He was just a social drinker but social every night He enjoyed a pint or two or three or four She was just a silent thinker, silent every night He'd enjoy the thought of killing her before Well he was very rarely drunk but very rarely sober And he didn't think the problem was his drink But he only knew his problem when he knocked her over And when the rotting flesh began to stink Cry freedom for the woman in the wall Cry freedom for she has no voice at all I hear her cry all day, all night I hear her voice from deep within the wall Made a cross from knitting needles Made a grave from hoover bags Especially for the woman in the wall She'd knitted him a jumper with dominoes on So he wore it everyday in every week Pretended to himself that she hadn't really gone Pretended that he thought he beard her speak Then at last it seemed that he was really winning He felt that he had some sort of grip But all of his new life was sent a-spinning When the rotting wall began to drip
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Iron Maiden : Journeyman
From the red sky of the east
To the sun set in the west
We have cheated death
And he has cheated us
But that was just a dream
And this is what it means
We are sleeping and we'll
Dream for evermore
And the fragment remains of -
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our memories
And the shadows we made with our hands
Deeper grey, came to mourn
All the colours of the dawn
Will this journeyman's day, be has last
I know what I want, and I say what I want
And no one can take it away
I know what I want-
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, and I say what I want
And no one can take it away
But the memory still remains
All the past years no so srange
Our winter times are
Like a silent shroud
And the heartbeat of the day
Drives the mist away
And our winter's....
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