| The dog howls in the lightning
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| We will be born again tonight
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| Then a gun will burn on the four shores
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| And sparks will fly from the mountain
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| Champagne is raining
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| Every year at the turn
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| Thoughtful stars
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| Drowning in my aquarium
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| Everything seemed to be
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| And everything is yet to come
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| The light is so bright
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| Open your eyes and come in safely
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| The dog howls in the lightning
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| We will be born again tonight
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| Then a gun will burn on the four shores
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| And sparks will fly from the mountain
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| We will be on the road signs
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| And Sprīdītis on a forest trail
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| If necessary - a hole in the underwear
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| Whatever is said about us
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| Light blue window
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| In the evenings I want to
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| I love my own
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| I lost in night series
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| Light blue ray
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| Don't leave me alone
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| And err on the spot
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| As an amateur geographer
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| The dog howls in the lightning
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| We are born again tonight
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| Then guns will burn on the four shores
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| And sparks will fly from the mountain
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| We will be on the road signs
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| And Sprīdītis on a forest trail
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| If necessary - a hole in the underwear
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| Whatever is said about us
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| When the day is over you can start next
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| It is with those days - someone goes and someone comes
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| Hourglass
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| It will never get slower
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| It's safer together
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| We must no longer hide in the shadows
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| And let the lightning strike the dog
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| We will be born again tonight
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| Then a gun will burn on the four shores
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| And sparks will fly from the mountain
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| We will be on the road signs
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| And Sprīdītis on a forest trail
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| If necessary - a hole in the underwear
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| That's what they say about us |