The Kazakh and The Eagle by The Victorian English Gentlemens Club Lyrics

The Kazakh and the eagle are such best friends
Helping him to catch meat
So if a miner suffer such back pain
Carrying their own weight
What would you do if I lay down?

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The growing number of people came a-clutter
The gunner had his work cut out
The restaurant's food no longer mattered
There's so many hungry mouth
What would you do if I gave up?

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Ordinary humans

And what would you do if I shouted?
Would it scare off the wolf?
Would it stop the Kazakh from his hunting?
Get carried up by the wind
What would you do if I lay down?
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A couple made their vows in a white church
Whilst the ledgе flaps above
A boy cries his eyеs out over a girl
As he gives hands of fire
There's too many people to even matter

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