| They brang us up with horns and hollywooden songs
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| Dead snakes and poisoned wisdoms between our teeth
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| The evil that’s been done still is carrying on
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| And on this night there’ll be no peace
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| The old leaders' bones still beat on our homes
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| They built our life before us, we had no choice
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| The evil that’s been done still is carrying on
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| And when they’re gone we’ll be the voice
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| Blue bird on a rock, slow wind blowing soft
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| Across the bare face of the sleeping lake
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| Rise up and be free, voice whispered to me
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| And in this way you will awake
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| Go climb up on a hill, stand perfectly still
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| And silently soak up the day
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| Don’t rush and don’t you roam, don’t feel so alone
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| And in this way you will awake
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| And in this way you will awake
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| And this way you will awake
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| Pick up the pieces you see before you
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| Don’t let your weaknesses destroy you
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| You know wherever you go the world will follow
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| So let your reasons be true to you
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| Stay close to your friends up until the end
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| And when they know that you feel the same way
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| Rise up and be free and die happily
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| And in this way you will awake
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| And in this way you will awake
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| And this way you will awake |