| Come down low
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| To the ground
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| Let the mother breathe you down
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| All the spirits swirling away
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| Hard to tell the form that they
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| Take up your arms
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| Find your heart
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| Does it know what you’ll do
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| Come and stand
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| Side by side
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| Woman, man and the battles at night
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| Boil that bark
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| Braid my hair
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| See that smoke hell if I care
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| To write all of my lost brothers
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| Only to burn the letters
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| So they reach you somewhere
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| Be gone, be gone, be gone
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| Said the little one to the bad ways
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| Be gone, be gone, be gone
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| Let the fight be for another day
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| Dare to write all of my lost brothers
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| Only to burn the letters
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| So they reach you somewhere
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| Be gone, be gone, be gone
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| Said the little one to the bad ways
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| Be gone, be gone, be gone
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| Let the fight be for another day
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| And I though that my mind was folding in
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| And I hoped that it wasn’t the rain
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| But just the vain
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| And he spoke of holy rollers, how they glide across the hall
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| And he pictured them in carousels when they were two feet tall
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| And he wakes up in the eye of the watchmakers dirty glass
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| And he swims for all the decoys and the lives that they pass
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| Be gone, be gone, be gone
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| Said the little one to the bad ways
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| Be gone, be gone, be gone
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| Let the fight be for…
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| Be gone, be gone, be gone
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| Said the little one to the bad ways
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| Be gone, be gone, be gone
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| Let the fight be for…
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| Be gone, be gone, be gone, be gone
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| Said the little one to the bad ways
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| Be gone, for long till you riddle my tone
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| Let the fight be for another day |