[Intro:]
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Six o'clock.. . in the morning, I f eel pretty good,
So I dropped in - to the luxury of the Lords...
...Fighting dragons, and cr ossing swords.. . with the people,
A - g ainst the hordes who c ame to conquer! | / / / / |
Se ven o'clock... in the morning, h ere it comes, I taste the warning,
And I am so amazed I'm here today, s eeing things so c lear this way,
In the car, and on my way to Sto nehenge! | / / / / |
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I'm flying in Win - ch ester Cath - edral,
Sunlight p ouring through the br eak of day,
Stumbled t hrough the door, and i nto the cham - - ber!
There's a lady setting flowers on a table covered lace,
And a cl eaner in the distance finds a c obweb on a face,
And a fe eling, deep inside of me,
Tells me this can't be... the p lace! | / / / / |
I'm flying in Win - ch ester Cath - edral,
All re - l igion has to h ave it's day,
Ex - pr essions on the f ace of the sav - iour,
Made me say, 'I can't stay!'
Open up the gates of the church, and let me out of here,
Too many pe ople have lied in the name of Christ for an yone to heed the call,
So many pe ople have died in the name of Christ that I c an't believe it all!
Now I'm st anding on the grave of a soldier that died in 1799,
And the day he died it was a birthday, and I no ticed it was mine,
And my head didn't know just who I was, and I went sp inning back in time!
And I am h igh upon the al ter, high upon the a lter,
High - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - !
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I'm f lying in Win - ch ester Cath - edral,
It's hard enough to dr ink the wine,
The air inside just ha ngs in delusion,
But given t ime, I'll be fine!
Open up the gates of the church, and let me out of here,
Too many pe ople have lied in the name of Christ for an yone to heed the call,
So many pe ople have died in the name of Christ that I c an't believe it all!
And now I'm st anding on the grave of a soldier that died in 1799,
And the day he died it was a birthday, and I no ticed it was mine,
And my head didn't know just who I was, and I went sp inning back in time!
And I am h igh upon the al ter, high upon the a lter,
High - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - !
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[Coda]
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