| Climb up to born with me, brother
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| Give me your hand from the deep zone of your scattered pain
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| You will not return from the background of rocks
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| You won't come back from underground time
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| Your voice will not harden
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| They will not return your drilled eyes
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| I come to speak through your dead mouth
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| Across the land gather all the silent lips spilled
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| And from the bottom talk to me all this long night
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| As if she were with you anchored
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| Tell me everything, chain by chain, link by link, and step by step
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| Sharpen the knives you kept
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| Put them on my chest and in my hand
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| Like a river of yellow lightning
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| Like a river of buried tigers
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| And let me cry hours, days, years, blind ages, stellar centuries
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| Give me the silence, the water, the hope
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| Give me the war, the iron, the volcanoes
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| Cling to my body like magnets
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| Go to my veins and to my mouth
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| Speak through my words and my blood
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| No, no, they won't move us! |
| no, they will not move us!
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| Like a firm tree by the river
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| They will not move us
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| United in the fight, they will not move us
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| United in the fight, they will not move us
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| Like a firm tree by the river
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| They will not move us
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| No, no, they won't move us! |
| no, no, they will not move us!
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| Like a firm tree by the river
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| They will not move us
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| United in the strike, no, no, they will not move us!
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| United in the strike, no, no, they will not move us!
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| Like a firm tree by the river
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| They won't move us, they won't move us! |