| Paroles de la chanson Tribe:
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| There were voices shot to the skies
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| There were cries sent to unblind eyes
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| There were downturned palms unraised
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| From fists to claps that drowned out in praise
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| There were shouts shut from the back of tongues
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| Swallowed down throats to choked up lungs
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| Joy brimming from the deepest well
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| From the source sprung to break the spell
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| How low the mighty fall
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| How low how low
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| Once a raindrop became a sea
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| From one seed grew a forest of trees
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| From two bodies generations came
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| To walk the ground and disappear again
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| Until a siren blew among the reeds
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| Warning of crops that no longer feed
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| Sending buds up to flower and bloom
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| Under cover of the darkest moon
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| How low the mighty fall
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| How low how low
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| For one embrace a whole people prayed
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| For one tribe a whole lament was played
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| Now the wind blows against the shore
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| This song of songs will be sung no more
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| From the ashes of the ruins will grow
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| A new time to scatter and sow
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| Over the desert a rainbow spans
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| A bridge of hope across the western lands
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| How low the mighty fall
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| How low how low
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| How low the mighty fall
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| How low how low
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| How low how low
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| How low how low
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| How low how low
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| How low how low
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| How low how low
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| How low how low. |