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Down from the mountain out walking the flood |
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I see the future in this setting sun |
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Unfolded gardens uncover the earth as it was |
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Filled with canteens and tear gas |
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From this last voyage of us |
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Ain't no gentlemen here hiding wings |
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The devil himself would be puzzled to give |
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Any reasons to sink his fingers in |
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All this voodoo and black magic |
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Doing the work that was his |
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With battle songs filling their lungs |
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Move them out, down under the sun |
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Give them tears for cherry red blood |
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Stack them old, we cradle them young |
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World is crazy or maybe just holy rollers for love |
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Split this ocean set these sails |
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It's down to the seabed, we dazzle and fail |
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Hereafter's bringing more funerals than fairs |
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And it's a book of blank maps |
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That we're using to get us there |
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To the hilltops my daughter, my son |
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The rescue's too little to cover the slums |
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Cross the river deeper than it ever was |
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There's a pause in the evening |
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When prayers are supposed to be done |
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With battle songs filling their lungs |
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Move them out down under the sun |
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Give them tears for cherry red blood |
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Stack them old, we cradle them young |
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World is crazy or maybe just holy rollers for love |
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Glory, glory hallelujah, be warned |
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God is still marching, still raising his sword |
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Board these windows and guard your stretch of floor |
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Something sinister's got you |
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The minute you open the door |
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Battle songs filling their lungs |
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Move them out, down under the sun |
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Give them tears for cherry red blood |
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Stack them old, we cradle them young |
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This world is crazy or maybe just holy rollers for love |
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This world is crazy or maybe she's holy rollers for love |
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This world is crazy and making us holy rollers for love |
