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Spring is sneaking into our bones |
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Sudden rains have brought temptation |
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And contempt to our tongues |
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But on the other side of this dividing wall |
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There's a neverending feast |
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And shoes with pearls that iron gates will rust |
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And out of this darkness we'll rush |
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Get up get out, and fill the streets |
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Let's dance in the ash of the big chimneys |
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I know it's late, but meet us there |
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We need our friends everywhere |
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Get up get out, come with me |
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Let's sing from the branches of sweet gum trees |
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I know it's late, go with me there |
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We need our friends everywhere |
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Talk from the heart is heard on the lips |
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And soon the whispers will birth howls |
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In the chords of the rich |
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But one darkened night, desperate crowds will show |
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Swollen like rivers with the winter snow |
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With our daughters on our arms |
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Into the gardens we'll run |
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So get up get out, and fill the streets |
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Let's dance in the ash of the big chimneys |
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I know it's late, but meet us there |
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We need our friends everywhere |
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So get up get out, and come with me |
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Let's sing from the branches of sweet gum trees |
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I know it's late, go with me there |
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We need our friends everywhere |
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So get up get out |
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So get up get out |
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So get up get out |
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So get up get out |
