| There’s a cold breeze blowing from the north as the city sleeps
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| Rushing through the stone corridors of these gritty streets
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| Whistling against the window panes like a spirit speaks
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| That seeks to ring a change bringing days of peace to
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| It comes surging with a purpose uncertain
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| And cuts to the heart with a certain like urgence
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| The first ones caught by this gust were deserving
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| That’s penetrated straight to the core of their nerve-strings
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| Hear the rustle in the leaves that we sweep along
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| Tremor as we crumble disbelief with the sweetest song
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| Endeavouring to humble every damn thing we breathe upon
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| That’s cleverly we tumble through the town till we reach the dawn
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| And as the sun rises opening it’s one iris
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| We disappear like a freak storm that sunk pirates
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| To re-emerge harnessing the force of a hurricane
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| Bringing forth these words across the seas to your country’s plane
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| Lone wanderer, roaming the seven seas
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| I walk the distance step on everything that heaven sees
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| I tread the desert with these weathered feet
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| The Nepalese shepherd, ever begging in the evergreen
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| Ethereal dream merchant, sleeping on a rain cloud
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| Let my spirit dance to the whispers of the fainter sound
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| Of water trickling from ice stalactites
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| Like gives me hope like a glimmer in the blackest night
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| Knife pack a talisman, staff in the holster
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| Live man a walk, leave a scar on your poster
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| All hype on the stage but can’t attempt it when the show stops
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| Blood, you get sparked, if you don’t rhyme like you’re supposed to
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| Tell me, who’s first to burst verse
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| Vulga spit bullet, you’re pulling words from out your purse
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| Unrehearsed, I dispatch close to your birthplace
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| Expression on your bird’s face, show her how my girth taste |