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Wayne Jeff Jeff Wayne S Musical Version Of The War Of The Worlds

Like the sun through the trees you came to love me, Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away Through Autumn?s golden gown we used to kick our way, You always

do you hear them drawing near, In their search for the sinners? Feeding on the power of our fear, And the evil within us. Incarnation of Satan's creation

saw it was a young artilleryman, weary, streaked with blood and dirt. Artilleryman: Anyone here? Journalist: Come in. Here ? drink this. Artilleryman: Thank you. Journalist: What?s

Dead London Journalist: There were a dozen dead bodies in the Euston road, their bodies softened by the black dust. All was still, houses locked and