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You simply mustn’t blame yourself -- the days were perfect

And so were exactly what I was born to spoil

For I am the Rider to the World’s End

Bound across the cinder causeway

From the furnace to the quarry

Through the fields of oil

And I left you with the sign of the Rider to the World’s End

It was not the mark of Zorro

Written sharply on your forehead with a blade

Just a way of not turning up tomorrow

And of phonecalls never made

My time with you seemed readymade to last for always

And so was predestined to be over in a flash

For I am the Rider to the World’s End

Bound across the fields of oil

Through the broken-bottle forest

To the plains of ash

And I left you with the sign of the Rider to the World’s End

It was not the ace of diamonds

Or the death’s-head of the Phantom on your jaw

Just a suddenly-relaxing set of knuckles

Never rapped against a door

You were more thoughtful for and fond of me than I was

And so were precisely what I can never trust

For I am the Rider to the World’s End

Bound across the plains of ashes

To the molten-metal valleys

In the hills of dust

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