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STEVE HACKETT
Standard bearers march to the tick of the clock It's a war against time when you're fronting the flock Determined resolute defiant and strong Noble and Savage know they belong In the heart of the city The battlefield of love a ruffled feathered bed From fluid moist lips the benediction's said You love them and leave them with yesterday's guilt Everything's on schedule in the empire that you built In the heart of the city You close a deal Thursday at 7.45 The train home is empty you're the only man alive You throw away your clothes in a house of clouds The window is sealed the furniture in shrouds In the heart of the city
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