Lyin on the cold hard ground
With the echoes of a canon round
My lungs are full of smoke and fear
And the rain is mixin with my tears
With the echoes of a canon round
My lungs are full of smoke and fear
And the rain is mixin with my tears
Oh save me Clara, I fear I'm fadin
Hold me Clara, don't keep me waitin
I don't have long
My hands are lyin on the ground
I can't feel what they're sayin
Haunted by the terrible sound
Of the priest above me prayin
Oh save me Clara, I fear I'm fadin
Hold me Clara, don't keep me waitin
I don't have long
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The King Can Drink The Harbour Dry