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Tempest
2012 · 10 tracks
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So much for tears, so much for these long and wasted years
All the early Roman kings in their sharkskin suits
I pay in blood, but not my own
The pale moon rose in its glory, out on the Western town
Shine your light, move it on, you burned so bright, roll on, John
It’s a long road, it’s a long and narrow way
Can’t you hear that Duquesne whistle blowing?