| Watch the stream run by you
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| Watch the Indian chief
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| Wrapped in blue corn leaves drift by you
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| Watch you take root in the son’s palm
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| And rise out of the fire
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| No more being match wood
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| Only rising higher
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| I wanna see you be the one who’s first light
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| Harbors in the new day
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| And see you settle into yourself
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| And never be afraid
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| Now I take everything as a good sign
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| Because I’m in love
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| I take everything as a sign from God
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| And now I give myself to you alone
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| No more knives hang above me
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| Oh B
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| Please destroy me, please destroy me
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| Please destroy me, please destroy me, oh, oh |