| They know it’s ??
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| This ?? |
| blindfold
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| When she crawls from the Himalayan rain
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| Where the birds of prey are weapons on fire
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| She’s ridin' a landslide down to me Gettin' the desert under me Shakin' the dead birds from the trees
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| Singing the only air we breathe
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| ?? |
| promise in the plate glass summer
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| Don’t call it death ?? |
| plan
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| She’s ridin' a landslide down to me Sing the shackles off of me Shakin' the dead birds from the trees
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| ?? |
| the blood that I have ??
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| Comin' to see herself again
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| Comin' to sing her song again
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| Comin' to watch it all
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| Comin' to see herself again
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| Comin' to see herself again
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| Comin' to watch it all |