| Golden eagle disappears
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| In a blue hole in the clouds
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| Conversation falters
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| No one here speaks words out loud
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| Speaking for me
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| There’s no love in this crowd
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| Speaking for me
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| There’s no love in this crowd
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| Seismic shift and thinking
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| People stand there drinking, pacing the hall
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| Speaking for me, I can’t speak at all
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| Sunrise breaks and daylight counts the time
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| Seasons falling now, and tumble right
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| When all boats rise, we will find another pathway
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| When all boats rise, we will shine like stars above
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| When all boats rise, we can ride the silver skyway
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| There’ll be a better day, when all boats rise
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| Another tale goes left untold
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| Another song left unsung
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| Another line ladder to the stars
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| Put on every rock
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| Until the door waste your breath
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| Waiting for clear skies
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| Speaking for me
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| I’m ready for the day when all boats rise
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| I’ve written letters to friends I’ll never see
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| Your face is shaded by the way things used to be
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| Freedom strolled on sand, rushed by the sea
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| Somewhere, someone stands there, slow pacing
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| Down here we’re all pans with glasses raised
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| When all boats rise, we will find another pathway
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| When all boats rise, we will shine like stars above
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| When all boats rise, we can ride the silver skyway
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| There’ll be a better day, when all boats rise
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| Another sign on the heaven’s back, hope is not lost
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| Another whisper or prayer, says the river must be crossed
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| No more wasting your time, lift your arm to the skies
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| Never have to die a thousand deaths
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| Waiting (waiting) waiting (waiting) waiting (waiting) waiting (waiting)
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| Yeah, waiting for the boats to rise
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| When all boats rise, we will find another pathway
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| When all boats rise, we will shine like stars above
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| When all boats rise, we can ride the silver skyway
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| That day is coming soon, when all boats rise
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| That day is coming soon, when all boats rise
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| When all boats rise |