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I left my anger in a river running highway 5 |
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New hampshire, vermont, bordered by |
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College farms, hubcaps, and falling rocks |
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Voices in the woods and the mountaintops |
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I used to search for reservations and native lands |
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Before i realized everywhere i stand |
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There have tribal feet running wild as fire |
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Some past life sister of my desire |
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Jonas and ezekial hear me now |
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Steady now and don't come out |
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I'm not ready for the dead to show it's face |
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Whose turn is it anyway? |
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Anyway? |
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Now when i was young my people taught me well |
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Give back what you take or you'll go to hell |
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It's not the devil's land, you know it's not that kind |
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Every devil i meet becomes a friend of mine |
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Every devil i meet is an angel in disguise |
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Jonas and ezekial hear me now |
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Steady now and don't come out |
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I'm not ready for the dead to show it's face |
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Whose angel are you anyway? |
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White - chain - rope - fear |
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(hush my darling) |
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Be still my dear |
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A bullet in the head, now he's dead |
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A friend of a friend, someone said |
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He was an activist with a very short life |
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I think there's a lesson here - he died without a fight |
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In the war over land where the world began |
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Prophecies say it's where the world will end |
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But there's a tremor growing in our backyard |
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Fear in our heads, fear in our hearts |
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Prophets in the graveyard |
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Jonas and ezekial hear me now |
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Steady now and don't come out |
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I'm not ready for the dead to show it's face |
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Whose turn is it anyway? |
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Jonas and ezekial hear me now |
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Steady now i feel your ghost about |
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I'm not ready for the dead to show it's face |
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Whose angel are you anyway? |
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I said there's prophets in the graveyard |
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(now i walk in beauty) |
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Prophets in the graveyard |
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(beauty is before me) |
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Prophets in the graveyard |
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(beauty is behind me) |
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(above and below me) |