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    sözleride budur:

    It's in the grain of the wood
    It's in the needle's rust
    It's in the eagle's claw
    It's in the eyes you trust
    It's in the jackal's dreams
    It's in the sleet and the hail
    It's in the unmarked box
    That came today in the mail
    It's in the dead man's pocket
    It's in the child's first sin
    It's in the Constitution
    Written in very small print
    It's in Colin Powell's lies
    It's in the shaman's trance
    It's in the cellar waiting
    And it's in the best laid plans

    We could cut and run
    And take half the blame
    Don't stop now
    That's why we came
    House gone up in flames

    It's in the National Anthem
    It's in the scurrying roach
    It's in the closed partition
    'Tween first class and coach
    It's in the relentless fever
    It's in the lonely room
    It's in the hands of fate
    And it's in the pharaoh's tomb
    It's in the rich man's dreams
    It's in the poor man's hands
    It's in the body bags
    Along the Rio Grande
    It's in the evening shade
    It's on the zealot's tongue
    It's in the widow's tears
    And it's in the miner's lungs

    We could cut and run
    And take half the blame
    Don't stop now
    That's why we came
    House gone up in flames

    It's in the moon's dark spin
    It's in the cloudless sky
    It was in St. Peter's denial
    That he'd thrice deny
    It's in the distant thunder
    It's in the whispered prayer
    That they won't find us hidden here
    Beneath the stairs
    So consider yourself lucky
    And watch what you say
    I got what I wanted
    You might get the same
    It's in the bold print nailed
    To the cathedral door
    It's in the black cold pressure
    On the ocean floor

    We could cut and run
    And take half the blame
    Don't stop now
    That's why we came
    House gone up in flames
    ... murphy