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Dear wind of Mississippi can you call him by name |
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I have followed his wings on a sunny day |
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I like to believe he's the chosen one |
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I like to believe he's the fallen one |
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Dead but rising |
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I raise the fist with power and fate |
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And wishing that his claws will grab on to my hand |
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I like to believe he's the chosen one |
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I like to believe he's the fallen one |
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Dead but rising |
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I have been to the end of waters |
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I have been to the end of earth |
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I've been over mountains and riding the storms |
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Dear son your words have reached me |
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And for that I can carry on |
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I'll guide you in spirit |
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Today I'll be home |
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I like to believe he's the fallen one |
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I like to believe he's the chosen one |
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The rebirth of man heals a bleeding heart |
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The eagle of kings wears my father's soul |
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Dead but rising |
