| I met a Moko man from the other side
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| The room began to capsize as he was telling me his tales
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| And all my beliefs and best belongings
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| were flying useless through the air
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| And when they all were lost — then we were brothers
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| By the wheel the tellers stands shaking numbers from his hands
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| His face is masked and his coats tails are waring
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| He cries ???‚¬??round and round and round she goes
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| Where she lands nobody knows, but hey thank you for asking'
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| The prayer flags are flying in the wind
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| In the last days of winter, just a few of us remained
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| We built a fire of remembrance on the frozen land
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| And as the sparks flew up into the night to dance around the stars
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| Beneath our very feet the ground was shifting
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| The prayer flags are flying in the wind
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| The prayer wheels spinning in the wind
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| And there she blows ???‚¬??? |
| our time is gone
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| And in the womb a new head is beginng to turn
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| Beyond these Carnival lights there is nothing at all
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| Just the distant screams and the endless fall
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| A single drop of rain falls on my windscreen
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| We’re closer to the very edge than we realise
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| The bridges all have been washed away or bombed out
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| And the water runs fast and black and cold???‚¬?¦
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| The prayer flags are flying in the wind
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| The prayer wheels spinning in the wind |