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We'll go to knuckle to knuckle, or buckle against buckle, |
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Your nostrils will flare as you push out the air, |
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Rise up, Brother, |
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Rise up from the trappings of flesh and holdings of skin, |
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We'll steer the car towards the reservoir, |
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And poison our senses as nightfall commences, |
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Rise up, Brother, |
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Rise up from the monotony that is hemming you in, |
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Tonight while you sleep you'll be grinding your teeth, |
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Put your head at the North and the South at your feet, |
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Rise up, Brother, |
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Rise up from the pack who are baying and clawing for blood, |
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Oooo-oooo |
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Who's there? |
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How can you hear the door, |
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I'm one-hundred acres of sycamore, |
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Oh flash my hand past your eyes in the air, |
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But it won't break your stare, |
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Is there anyone there, |
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But the four black winds blowing through the eaves of your mind? |
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If he darkens your doorway, you come and tell me, |
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Where he resides, text me or bell me, |
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Rise up, Sister, |
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I'll make sure he never darkens your doorway again, |
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Don't be a stranger to me anymore, |
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I'll hold a lantern, put your heel on the shore, |
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Rise up, Sister, |
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Rise up from the black ships that sail through the swan of your heart, |
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Oooo-oooo |
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Who's there? |
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How can you hear the door, |
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I'm one-hundred acres of sycamore, |
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Oh flash my hand past your eyes in the air, |
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But it won't break your stare, |
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Is there anyone there, |
| [03:30.69] |
But the four black winds blowing through the eaves of your mind? |
| [03:42.13] |
Those weasels in the weeds await to jump us, |
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One had a screwdriver and one had a cutlass, |
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We counted the beats between thunder and lightning, |
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One-thousand and two, one-thousand and three, |
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It's coming in from the Sea, |
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Put your hand on my leg, |
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Kilometres in blue and miles in black, |
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Lose my eyes in the bathroom, |
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Arm-wrestle, East, West, place brass-tack, |
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Bite my lip in the car, midnight ringing, |
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Unravel on the gravel, phone off, walk, |
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Search for the lighter in my pocket, |
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Go inner, and inner, and bolt, and book, |
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Let the four black winds begone from the eaves of the mind. |