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They held their heads with laughs of pain They learned from men who'd just refrain From glancing at a mirror's face Seven screaming diz-busters Who lurked behind the rose Cast iron for a bloodstream And ice behind their eyes On each and all those holy nights When dusters dust becomes the sale And Lucifer the light
The light
They're long so long this time of year When stars be crossed by twirling fear You don't suppose I'd prove surprised Seven screaming diz-busters Should go the route and die Without that warmth they've learned to crave
With hardened smiles and evil signs
Bury me near the secret cove So they'll not know the way Bury me there behind the rose So they'll not rile my grave I'll not reveal whose name still lost
Well their laughs of pain
And their harder smiles
And their rigid arms
And their evil signs
Yeah, the longer days ah, the longer nights
Oh, yeah the longer
Yeah, they're longer still On each and all those holy nights When dusters dust becomes the sale And Lucifer the light
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