In between the echoes of daylight November novel blur and outline You finish up things in no time The lesson is learned online
I struggle to accepting it's over I'm running for cover Nothing to discover there It's limited fanfare So unaware It's not fair enough I suppose
We're telling the story of Jonah They only wanted him to do a phoner with the king of Ninevah He saying lord you gotta be kidding I mean I'll do your bidding Any old day But not there and not that way I can't play, don't make me I say But that night when he climbed in his bunk Before the ship had sunk He thunk he heard a great big storm (storm, storm, storm) And he couldn't hide and couldn't ride the waves So they threw him away to a watery grave (grave, grave, grave)
But now you swallow me only Spat me out lonely Rolled me out onto the hostile shore I'm walking towards the walls Where the red curtain falls Upon the halls of the wickedest men The wickedest men
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