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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 From Letras Mania