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A foghorn Bellows in the early hours of the morning It's the day of The 25th of September What are you afraid of Delicately pulling and prying at the seams Of your lounge chair Nervously noticing your anticipation Lavender by the window sill Haven't you heard You get nothing done by sitting still I know the words whispered on the winds say stop But you can't You just can't Mercury poisoning the water supply One drop of it and all your people will surely die You must walk to the wake of your daughter You must wake to to the wails of her mother You must talk of the tales of her father You must falter in your step by the water You must falter in your step by the water You must Letras de cancionesA foghorn Bellows Oh, pierce me awake Pierce me awake Oh A foghorn Bellows Oh, pierce me awake Pierce me awake Pierce me awake From Letras Mania