| This city is on fire tonight,
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| Sweet forest fire silent and unseen.
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| The sleepers awaken,
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| Your eyes are open I know you’re smiling at me.
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| Some people say you’re not here anymore,
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| But your trees stand proud and laugh and let them pass.
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| So mischievous and holy
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| And this is a question I’ll never want to ask.
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| There’s a moon out there and she wants to be growing;
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| There’s a river down here and she wants to go back to the sea,
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| I am your child, mother
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| Crying to be consoled, I recognize you now.
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| Do you recognize me?
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| There’s a part of me that wants to be silent
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| Immersed in your movement.
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| Stung by your grace
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| And here is your song, and I’ll sing it,
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| I’m coming home
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| I’ve never been away.
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| There’s a moon out there and she wants to be growing;
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| There’s a river down here and she wants to go back to the sea,
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| I am your child, mother
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| Crying to be consoled, I recognize you now.
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| Do you recognize me?
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| There’s a moon out here and she wants to be growing;
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| Here’s a river down here and she wants to go back to the sea,
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| I am your child, mother.
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| Crying to be consoled, now that I know you,
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| Recognize me! |