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We are the good people |
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The ones they told you about |
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The ones that disappeared |
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Behind the calling of the sun |
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Like footprints to the sea |
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They dance upon the rising storm |
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Ten thousand voices singing |
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Hardly thrills our soul |
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Louder and louder |
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Hear the engines roar |
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Faster and faster |
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Fables overturned |
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Tighter and tighter |
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Oh the lightning flash |
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Closer and closer |
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Here are your waters so drink and be whole again |
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Machines that make their rounds |
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Don't care if they ever see the dawn |
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It'll be peaceful flowing rivers |
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After the winter's come and gone |
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Some are weak and wounded |
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Others sick and sore |
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Old woman at the well |
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Dropping roses from planted thorns |
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Louder and louder |
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Hear the engines roar |
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Faster and faster |
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Fables overturned |
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Tighter and tighter |
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Oh the lightning flash |
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Closer and closer |
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Here are your waters so drink and be whole again |
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We are the good people |
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The ones they told you about |
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One kiss of mother nature |
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Her spirit waits in light |
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Louder and louder |
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Hear the engines roar |
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Faster and faster |
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Fables overturned |
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Tighter and tighter |
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Oh the lightning flash |
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Closer and closer |
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Here are your waters so drink |
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Here are your waters so drink and be whole again |
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Be whole again |
