| Turn, turning you a bent-bone weary wandering soul and
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| Born, borne upon a body you can never own, rollin' you a
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| Long-bent sideways tumbling a mother-given loom
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| You knew it when you flew in shuttlin'
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| Weaver you are goal-bent, but do your strings hold the
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| Strength of what was given, when you flew in?
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| Burn, you’re burning your own home, some days could you
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| Live a little lighter, give a little water, give a little eye to
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| Eye- see from what you’re made, gotta lil' shadow in your
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| Wake, wakin is the way you grow this, know this
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| Gotta lil' matter to be bade, met and given it away
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| This the trip we being shown, told is all we’ve ever known
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| What another truth you gonna hide? |
| baby finding that you
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| Choosin' every moment lookin through the frame they givin you
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| There’s a turn from the fear
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| A stand for the free
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| A song for the beat-down picking' up steam
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| And you will hear my voice here singin'
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| There’s a let from the greed
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| A gift for the kind
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| And I’ll be dancing' with the ones who remind me
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| We are born of dust and silence
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| We are made of ancient songs
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| And there are ones who’ll keep us sleeping
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| And there are ones who bring the dawn
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| Put your back to the birch and your mind to the matter of a
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| Listening kind of way
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| We are born of dust and silence
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| We are made of ancient songs…
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| Rose, rose upon the shoulders of the
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| Shoreline, eyesight creeping round the edges of the
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| Known you’ve known it from before, before your sight was
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| Shorn shifted and they told you not to talk of this
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| But you remember in your sleep, all the ones that you could see
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| Raisin' candles to the sky, through the forest dark as night
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| Wide-eyed, keep stride this the path you bein' shown
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| Sure thing keep singin to the ones you walkin on
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| They the wonder, you the sky they look upon
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| You are clouds to them, givin' harm or givin' form
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| Do we greet them with a grace?
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| Do we run or do we face
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| The ones who helping us to heal our choice and choose again
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| Bade farewell all you’ve been told
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| Waves are rising you to shore
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| It’s not what you say what you think
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| It the walk and the way that you do
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| So you
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| Give what you give what you can what you give what you
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| Give what you are what you give — give what you
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| Want what you
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| Give what you give what you can what you give what you
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| Give what you are what you can
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| You will hear my voice here singin…
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| Give what you can what you give, give what you want
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| I’ll be dancing with the ones who remind me…
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| I’ll be dancing with the ones who remind me…
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| We are born of dust and silence
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| We are made of ancient songs
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| And there are ones who’ll keep us sleeping
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| And there are ones who bring the dawn
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| Put your back to the birch and your mind to the matter of a
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| Listening kind of way
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| We are born of dust and silence
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| We are made of ancient
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| Song… |