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Lyrics [Not 100% correct; I just guessed]:
The Archer

Bring me you
And a sigh of comfort
It's starting to rain
We'll wash away
The seas of the splinters
Called up to arms
Handle your weapons
And see to the farm
The people watching as my shots burn the sky

[...]
The president's coming [...]
A man speaks his mind with the pieces of clovers
And stuck in his side is a piece of my ember[?]

Stand still for the archer, boy!
But don't face him!
Stand still for the archer, boy!
I'm dying to get him free
I'll see to the alamo[?]
With the arrows in my sleeves
I'm picking my target
Been out on trees

Bring me you
And a sigh of comfort
It's starting to rain
We'll wash away
The seas of the splinters
Called up to arms
Handle your weapons
And see to the farm
The people watching as my shots burn the sky

Stand still for the archer, boy!
But don't face him!
Stand still for the archer, boy!
I'm dying to get him free
I'll see to the alamo[?]
With the arrows in my sleeves
I'm picking my target
Been out on the trees

(Ohh ohhh..)

And there's no escaping the ropes that encase me
Back to terrible storms
And there's no escaping the ropes that encase me
Back to terrible storms
You can't escape it
He's already gone
Back to terrible, terrible storms

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