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I awoke troubled by awful sounds |
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Where the sky was dim and cities shining |
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One by one we're turning the old statue |
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Now I have seen all they have offered me |
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And all my words will simply die |
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One by one, we're turning the old statue |
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Chorus: |
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Oh the leaves of the grass |
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Death beneath our feet |
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has now given way there in the land mass |
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inhabits the earth many long years of wondering |
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Oh the water will part clear us of this mess |
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Restore our good name grace us at our death |
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And rise from above, suddenly you feel in the air |
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Ahh |
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Verse 2: |
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Wake inside and of the years you tried |
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If my mind relents then I will hide |
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One by one, we're turning to old statues |
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Oh yea |
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Chorus: |
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Oh the leaves of the grass |
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Death beneath our feet |
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has now given way there in the land mass |
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inhabits the earth many long years of wondering |
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Oh the water will part clear us of this mess |
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Restore our good name grace us at our death |
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And rise from above, suddenly you feel in the air |
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Ah 2x |
