| One more year of digging here
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| And we’re alight in heaven; |
| we’re alight in heaven
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| If we bear the stones and stares
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| Then we’re alight in heaven, we’re alight in heaven
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| Mother says to hold our tongues; |
| we are the chosen ones
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| And we answer to no one
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| Same dream I’m always having
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| Like shivering, shivering, shivering
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| Find a home amongst the trees
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| Bend your branches over me
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| Find a home, defy the freeze
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| Dance around the rosaries
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| Faith alone must clear this snow
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| Or we’ll have doubted heaven; |
| we’ll have doubted heaven
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| It’s finisterre for dancing bears
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| If we have doubted heaven; |
| we have doubted heaven
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| Everyone I left behind, they think I left my mind
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| Under Mesmer, sola fide
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| Same dream I’m always having
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| Like shivering, shivering, shivering
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| Find a home amongst the trees
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| Bend your branches over me
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| Find a home; |
| defy the freeze, and glow
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| Find a home
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| Oh I can row, I can row, I can row back home
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| Or we can lay, we can lay, we can lay in Sway |