| Now i’ve realized i’ve seen a body divine
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| Beckoning to me to come with mine
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| Now i’ve realized i’ve seen a body divine
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| Beckoning to me to come with mine
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| Beckoning and its eyes lies away in sanctuary
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| Beckoning and its eyes lies away in sanctuary
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| And i How was i to know
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| It didn’t mean goodbye
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| It meant please don’t let me go Beckoning its eyes lies away in sanctuary
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| Beckoning and its eyes lies away how was i to know
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| It meant please don’t let me go It meant please don’t let me go Lyburnum the eyes of the mind
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| Calling to make it real and tangible
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| The divine invisibility
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| Pulling its eyes it lies away in sanctuary
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| Pulling its eyes it lies away in sanctuary is not mine
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| Lyburnum cover me Lyburnum to sink with you to be pulled in Lord i’m at wits end
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| On a road with selfish people in bad time and tide
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| A cross of swords and a wreath of dead buildings in a pit archive
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| Constitution will power play and man down dumb has tried
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| And now she scrambles over the dirt
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| Her dress torn
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| Her face or his carries a swollen mask of leather worn
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| A cloud gathers above the pit
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| A flower drops
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| Oh six feet to be under you really did carry my weight
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| Although the earth i confess is not in me but you are in unhappy state
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| And we live here kind sir
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| In ours and ours big fine estate
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| We Not me But we Lord i am at wits end
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| On a road with selfish people with a bad way
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| Taken across and up In this stoned stone
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| Taken across and up over and onto this stone
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| Taken below and under this stone
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| Or across and up A crowd gathers above the pit
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| A flower drops
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| Those that gather there mourn
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| And the priest gathers over the pit
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| He collects them over the pit
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| The separator of god and man and self gathers them over the pit
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| To sing a song to a separated god
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| To sing a song to an unholy god
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| To sing a song to an inhuman god
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| And for the singing he says
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| To lose a young life in these trying times
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| Is truly not an unheard of thing
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| Ah but the false truth
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| And holy lie of a dead god will surely take out some of the sting
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| So please all
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| All of us Let us take up our hymn books and sing
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| Rejoice the freedom of my young christian soul taken under god’s holy wing
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| Rejoice
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| So we’re gathered here for our common cause
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| We’re gathered here
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| To sing to a separated god
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| We’re gathered here
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| To hide the blind worm truth
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| This conqueror worm
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| Is your proof
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| This is our god
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| This is our song
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| So please all
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| All of us let us take up our hymn books and sing
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| So please all
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| All of us gathered here
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| Let us take up our hymn books and sing
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| Rejoice the freedom of my young christian soul taken under god’s holy wing
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| Rejoice the freedom of my young soul
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| Taken within mother’s warm wing
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| Taken under mother’s warm wing
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| Taken under 6 feet of mother’s warm wing
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| Rejoice and listen to the blind worm truth sing
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| Rejoice the freedom of my spirit
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| Enabled by lucifer’s holy lended wing
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| Rejoice
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| And sing to our separated god
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| Our inhuman god
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| Our unfeeling god
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| Our unknowing god
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| Our separated god our inhuman god
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| This conqueror worm is your truth
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| This conqueror worm is your love
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| This conqueror worm is your acceptance
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| This conqueror worm is your answer
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| This conqueror worm is god
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| This conqueror worm is god
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| Rejoice the freedom of my spirit
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| Enabled by lucifer’s holy lended wing
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| Taken across and up Or taken over and down
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| On this stone home i will stay
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| Rejoice the freedom of my young christian soul taken under god’s holy wing
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| And together we will sing
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| And together we’ll sing
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| We’re gathered here
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| Together we should sing
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| Rejoice the freedom of my spirit
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| Enabled by lucifer’s holy lended wing
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| Rejoice the freedom
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| Rejoice oh freedom
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| We have freedom lover
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| Rest well under mother’s warm wing
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| WE HAVE FREEDOM LOVER
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| REST WELL UNDER MOTHER’S WARM WING
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| No longer can you move up and sing
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| No longer will this dancing song
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| Your ankles elevated above our mother
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| Your anger is elevated to a point of living
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| Freedom lover we have freedom rest well under mother’s warm wing
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| LYBURNUM
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| COVER ME
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| You’re singing and i’m being pulled in This sanctuary is our god and our secret pond
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| Under this wing
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| We lie deaf and thinking about the singing
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| Under this tree this garden this pond is our sanctuary
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| I have now realized
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| The wit’s end liberation fly
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| I have now realized
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| The wit’s end liberation fly
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| I have now realized
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| The wit’s end liberation fly
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| I HAVE NOW REALIZED
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| THE WIT’S END LIBERATION FLY
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| Is the conqueror worm
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| Rest well under mother’s warm wing
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| Oh six feet to be under
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| You really did carry my weight |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lyburnum - Wit's End (Liberation Fly) , by - Moss Icon. Song from the album Complete Discography, in the genre Альтернатива