| Dear Believer, come sing me a song
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| Let the octave belong to the next
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| And lifting us soundly back into the world
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| May we sing the Earth, Heaven’s breath
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| Murder murder, you haunt every bone
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| But the son you have grown still resists
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| Anger anger, you’re finally my bitch
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| Through glory of this, Heaven’s breath.
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| Paradise, has its hunter
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| Call me blind, call me fool
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| I don’t mind chasing thunder
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| I say reaching for Heaven is what I’m on Earth to do.
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| Dear Believer, I’ve no cause to go on
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| Save for if you take my case
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| See the world was good and heavy on my shoulders as a child
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| But I let it all go to my waist
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| Now comfort’s rooting pigs for my blood
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| To stick in my mud, a flag of white
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| Dear Believer, of fire and rebirth
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| May we shine the Earth, Heaven’s light
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| Dear Believer come sing us a song
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| Like we sang upon, younger days
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| When the world was good and heavy on our shoulders as a child
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| 'Fore we let it all go to waste.
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| Paradise has its hunter
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| Call me wise, call me fool
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| I don’t mind chasing thunder
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| I say reaching for Heaven is what I’m on Earth to do
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| I say reaching for Heaven is what I’m on Earth to do
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| Maybe reaching for Heaven is what I’m on Earth to do… |