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On the edge of the bay |
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A day just like the next |
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They gather their nets |
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And face their boats around |
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Over the rooftops |
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Hear the hum of wings |
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In seventeen seconds |
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The world explodes |
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And it buries the night a brave new sunrise |
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With a sweep of the sword, a blood red sunrise |
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You'll never see the faces |
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Of the fishermen |
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But you may see their shadows |
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Burned against the wall |
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And in the temple grounds |
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New bamboo grows again |
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As if the heat of the flame |
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Had left no trace at all |
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And there's a light in the eastern sky ... sunrise |
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And there's no place a man can hide, the sunrise |
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Well, it buries the night, a brave new sunrise |
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With a sweep of the sword, a blood red sunrise |
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But in the cool of the evening |
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When the children sleep |
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The old mountain remembers |
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And hangs his head in clouds |
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And there's a light in the eastern sky, yeah, ... sunrise |
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And there's no place a man can hide, the sunrise |
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Well, it buries the night, a brave new sunrise |
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With a sweep of the sword, a blood red ... sunrise |
