| And they let it go, primeval sea
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| It surged over land. |
| wiping it clean
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| And they let it go. |
| primeval sea
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| It surged over land. |
| wiping it clean
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| A dream came to me. |
| an ocean deep
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| And light turns to black, under the sea
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| And they let it go, primeval sea
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| It surged over land, wiping it clean…
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| All that was built now falls away
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| Light of evening star is fading
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| What have we done to seal this fate?
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| Are we not even worth saving?
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| Can the shattered pot be put right
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| Hand in hand I must preserve a story lost to sight
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| What do these wedge shaped letters mean?
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| Stories less than voices gone
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| Lessons forgotten now unseen
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| So many voices lost to violence
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| Can the tattered book be put right?
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| Fit the pieces back
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| To bring the voices back to life!
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| Falling apart again. |
| turning to dust
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| Falling apart again, turning to dust
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| Crushing down again, fade to black
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| Water floods the land, fade to black
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| Crushing down again, fade to black
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| Water floods the land, bring it back
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| Resurrect from rubble, reemerge dust
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| Hear the words of rubble, reemerge from dust
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| As the walls now crumble, persevere we must
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| Desecrated dust!
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| Desecrated dust!
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| Resurrect from rubble, reemerge dust
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| Hear the words of rubble, reemerge from dust
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| As the walls they crumble, persevere with just
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| Desecrated dust!
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| Can you hear me now?
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| Here these words, we were first to emerge
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| From the flood where our people converged
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| From the depths we emerge
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| From the darkness our stories are heard!
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| Here these words, we were first to emerge
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| From the flood where our people converged
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| From the depths we emerge
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| From the darkness our stories are heard!
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| From the depths we emerge
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| From the darkness our stories are heard! |