| Shepherds they came, stripped of their names
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| And we were all the daughters that fell from her to ground
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| Because she needed us, she needed love
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| But we’re all gone to strip that ground
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| Shivered pores were caves, teeth were all decayed
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| Jutting, jagged, rising up like welts on backs in strain
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| Because she needed us, she needed love
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| But we’re all gone to strip that ground
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| I said, «Oh Lord!»
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| I said…
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| We climbed up those banks from our place in the shade
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| Built us a fire but never knew what we made
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| It’s not your mind, self, not your thoughts, not your soul
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| It’s not your mind, self, not your thoughts, not your soul
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| Because we are that fire
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| Because we are that fire
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| Because we are that fire
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| We
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| Shepherds they came, stripped of their names
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| And we were all the daughters that fell from her to ground
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| Because she needed us, she needed love
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| But we’re all gone to strip that ground
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| Were you safe down in my hands?
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| The higher we climb
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| These shapes, shapes show
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| And this place is more holy when nobody knows
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| Were you safe down in my hands?
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| (Were you safe down in my hands)
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| The higher we climb
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| (The higher we climb)
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| These shapes, shapes show
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| And this place is more holy when nobody knows
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| Were you safe down in line?
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| The higher we climb
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| These shapes, shapes show
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| And this place is more holy when nobody knows
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| We climbed up those banks from our place in the shade
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| Built us a fire but never knew what we made
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| It’s not your mind, self, not your thoughts, not your soul
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| It’s not your mind, self, not your thoughts, not your soul
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| Because we are that fire
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| Because we are that fire
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| Because we are that fire
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| We
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| Show me what is still free and I will tell you
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| It’s not your mind, self, not your thoughts, not your soul |