Lyrics Eye Of The Day - Frank Turner
They
called
me
Margaretha
the
day
I
was
born
The
day
I
died
the
soldiers
called
me
H21
In
the
circuses
and
palaces,
a
hundred
names
I′ve
borne
From
the
Belle
of
the
Epoque,
to
eye
of
the
storm
But
if
anybody
asks,
I
named
myself
after
the
sun
I
was
a
teacher
when
I
was
young
But
I
ran
away
from
home
To
the
East
Indies
and
warm,
warm
sun
To
wed
a
man
I
did
not
know
He
called
me
Lady
McCleod
But
the
times
did
not
allow
My
complaints
as
drinking
dragged
him
down
So
in
dancing
peace
I
found
They
called
me
a
tourist
when
I
began
to
dance
An
amateur
and
courtesan
when
I
came
to
France
On
the
stages,
in
the
salons,
I
held
my
tongue
I
was
never
owned
by
any
man
nor
known
by
anyone
And
if
anybody
asks,
I
named
myself
after
the
sun
I
never
cared
much
for
their
war
I
had
seen
men
fight
before
Seen
the
sickness
in
their
esprit
de
corps
I
would
dance
for
them
no
more
They
came
to
take
me
away
From
the
Hotel
Champs
Elyse'e
Told
the
soldiers
I′d
nothing
to
say
They
wouldn't
have
listened
anyway
Too
many
men
had
died,
and
somebody
had
to
pay
They
set
a
date
for
my
dying
day
But
as
I
stood
in
that
killing
field,
refusing
a
blindfold
Staring
down
the
soldiers
and
the
hatred
of
the
world
I
felt
the
warmth
of
the
Malay
sun
and
I
smiled
for
them
all
They
all
thought
they
had
the
best
of
me
But
not
one
of
them
could
say
what
I
was
called
Just
before
the
darkness
came
I
whispered
my
real
name
I
am
Mata
Hari,
eye
of
the
day
In
the
cells
my
body
lay
unclaimed
If
anybody
asks,
I
named
myself
after
the
sun
If
anybody
asks,
I
named
myself
after
the
sun
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