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Imagine standing on a mountain top in Utah |
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Seashells at your feet |
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Ravens rising everywhere |
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Their crying fills the air |
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It's so hard to believe |
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That ten thousand years ago |
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Could it really be |
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Where you're standing was the sea? |
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She's cried out before |
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rising from her core |
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Now we're looking through that door |
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Is she going to Rollover? |
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Rolling over you and me |
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Rollover |
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Rolling over could it be? |
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All the cities are going to be |
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Two Thousand feet under the sea |
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Rollover |
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Rolling over you and me |
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Walking through the city of Jerusalem |
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They said it will be washed clean |
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It's getting pretty dark out there |
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No one doesn't seem to care |
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Looking for my submarine |
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A voyage to the ocean floor |
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To find a city lost in lore |
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So many things left unseen |
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Don't believe |
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We will have the final say |
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Cause she will always find her way |
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She might roll over |
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Rolling over you and me |
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Rollover |
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Rolling over can't you see? |
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can't you see that we're going to be |
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Two thousand feet under the sea? |
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Rollover |
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Rolling over you and meRollover |
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Rolling over you and me |
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Rollover |
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Rolling over could it be? |
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All these cities are going to be |
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Two thousand feet under the sea |
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Rollover |
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Rolling over you and me |
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Rollover |
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Rolling over you and me |
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Rollover |
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Rolling over can't you see? |
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Can't you see that we're going to be |
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two thousand feet under the sea? |
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Rollover |
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Rolling over you and me |
