precipitation

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dim

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free falling fire beads

like little drum beats

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prepare us for the beat

protect us from the heat

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dum

doom

doom

doom, trot, oh, they trot.

there come horses on the road

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hoof, they say, yeah! they say

men with horses, baby feet

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baby feet, full of myth

come the men with baby feet!

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coming to claim, riding to claim

back what i thought i won in vain

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i hear the men, i hear their call:

embrace the heat and forget the song

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see; signal the men, torch they pyre

as vultures turn in widening gyre

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sizzles my being, aches my ribs

my flesh comes off! piece by piece!

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burns dante, burns the boy

horsemen sing but with joy!

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shriek i do, scream i do

as just my mouth they not burn do

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now i am a man, i am a man

though my mouth says what i am!

dim

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dim

dim!