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Dear believer come sing me a song |
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Let the octave belong to the next |
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And lifting us soundly back into the world |
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May we sing the earth, heaven's breath |
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Murder murder, you haunt every bone |
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But the son you have grown still resists |
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Anger anger, you're finally my bitch |
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Through glory of this, heaven's breath |
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Paradise, has its hunter |
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Call me blind, call me fool |
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I don't mind chasing thunder |
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I say reaching for heaven is what |
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I'm on Earth to do |
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Dear believer |
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I've no cause to go on |
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Save for if you take my case |
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See the world was good and heavy on my shoulders as a child |
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But I let it all go to my waist |
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Now comfort's rooting pigs for my blood |
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To stick in my mud a flag of white |
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Dear believer of fire and rebirth |
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May we shine the earth, heaven's light |
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Dear believer come sing us a song |
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Like we sang upon younger days |
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When the world was good and heavy on our shoulders as a child' |
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Fore we let it all go to waste |
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Paradise has its hunter |
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Call me wise, call me fool |
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I don't mind chasing thunder |
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I say reaching for heaven is what |
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I'm on Earth to do |
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I say reaching for heaven is what |
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I'm on Earth to do |
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Maybe reaching for heaven is what |
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I'm on Earth to do |
