The Unquiet Zone (Raw Track from Studio Session)

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They seek us in this unquiet zone
They chase us on from hole to hole
They hunt us down like carrion crows
They search us out like frightened moles

We huddled close against the ground
Scared to make the slightest sound
And all around the great guns boom
The constant march of pendin' doom

They seek us in this unquiet zone
They chase us on from hole to hole
They hunt us down like carrion crows



Credits
Writer(s): Gary Brooker, Keith Reid
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