| High in the hills there’s an angel and the ghost in chains
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| Here in your arms there’s a desert where it always rains
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| As your legs begin to spread how I wish I was not dead
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| Standing backwards to the blood of man
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| Babies in jars, luxury cars, seasons that don’t come true
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| Happiness waits outside the gates, watching each thing we do Ocean mother, ocean child, are you mine or are you wild?
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| Are you calling for the blood of man?
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| I’ll keep my dreams in the river tonight
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| Under the rocks and stones they will be alright
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| I’ll hide my dreams in the river tonight
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| Under the rocks and moss, there they will be alright
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| Where did you go? |
| Oh, please come back
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| I miss you so, oh Where did you go? |
| Oh, please come back
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| I miss you so, oh Ocean mother, ocean child, are you mine or are you wild?
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| Are you calling for the blood of man?
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| Ocean mother, ocean child, are you mine or are you wild?
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| Are you calling for the blood of man?
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| Ocean mother, ocean child, are you mine or are you wild?
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| Are you calling for the blood of man?
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| Ocean mother, ocean child, are you mine or are you wild?
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| Are you calling for the blood of man?
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Come on, come on Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Come on, come on Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Come on, come on |