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Synchronicity Lyrics
Pick up the plectrum, drop the gun
This Illiad never promised much fun
The hellebore Is running out to its last
The rising sun is setting fast.
Chorus:
I come from the wrong side of the river
In the cold, cold hands of the dream reiver
I hear the white horses of a far off place
But i love the angel that has no face
She's tall, and she's blonde, and she looks straight at me
She's tall and she's blonde and she looks down upon me
And this is it, forever and ever
I come from the wrong side of the river
I'm on the wrong side of a stone door
That blocks the light from a far off shore
I used and abused an eternity code
Brings you nothing, but leaves you a load
Chorus
This Illiad never promised much fun
The hellebore Is running out to its last
The rising sun is setting fast.
I come from the wrong side of the river
In the cold, cold hands of the dream reiver
I hear the white horses of a far off place
But i love the angel that has no face
She's tall, and she's blonde, and she looks straight at me
She's tall and she's blonde and she looks down upon me
And this is it, forever and ever
I come from the wrong side of the river
That blocks the light from a far off shore
I used and abused an eternity code
Brings you nothing, but leaves you a load
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by Eoin Ó hIcídhe & Jason McGrath