Blood And Bone

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[Chorus]
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Men are made From blood and bone
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Like metals made from dust
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Men are bound to die alone
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Like metals bound to rust

[Verse 1]
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Late, late, late night on the hill
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The poet came a knocking on the shamans window sill
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Help me my words don't visit anymore
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The shaman he laughed picked a mouse up from the floor

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They sat there in the dark whilst a mooty was prepared
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From the blood of the mouse and an eagles head
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Drink this said the shaman, it will calm you mind
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I promise the words will flow from you like the rain from the sky

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So the poet he drank, till the glass was bare
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While outside a nightingale sang in the air
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Thank you said the poet, may the gods bless your soul
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He shook the old mans hand, walked out into the cold

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Early the next morning as the sun began to rise
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Screams rang out across the old diamond mines
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My lover, My lover, My lover is dead
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Next to his wife lay the poet In his bed

[Chorus]
Dm
Men are made From blood and bone
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      C               Dm
Like metals made from dust
Am
Men are bound to die alone
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Like metals bound to rust

[Verse 2]
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After many years past and gone and many tears cried
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Still no one could console the poor old poets bride
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For in this life or the next still she implored
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That one of these days she would see her love once more

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Then one day in the winter while the famines took a hold
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Into a tavern walked a stranger from the cold
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Said I'm looking for my lover I've been away for many years
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The poets widow was summoned from her tears

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If it's you said the widow then where have you been
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The demons said the stranger they took me from my sleep
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They locked me in a cave put nails through my skull
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I escaped with the help of this lonesome nightingale

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If it's you said the widow then spin me a line
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The stranger cleared his throat looked deep into her eyes

[Chorus]
     Dm
Said men are made From blood and bone
      C               Dm
Like metals made from dust
Am
Men are bound to die alone
     G                 Dm
Like metals bound to rust

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They drank and they danced late into the night
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But the poets father was not so satisfied
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Next morning the stranger was awoken with a thud
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As the police came to take samples of his blood

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And as the results of the test came in
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The poets father screamed I knew it wasn't him
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Well a lonely executioner sharpened his blade
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From doing god's work a living he made

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And just before he raised his axe up too the birds
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He asked the stranger do you have any last words

[Bridge]
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And the shaman he smiles up on the hill
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His promise to the poet was fulfilled
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And the widow she cries to the moon
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And the nightingale sang her last tune

[Chorus]
     Dm
Said men are made From blood and bone
      C               Dm
Like metals made from dust
Am
Men are bound to die alone
     G                 Dm
Like metals bound to rust

Dm
Men are made From blood and bone
      C               Dm
Like metals made from dust
Am
Men are bound to die alone
     G                 Dm
Like metals bound to rust