| With the dawn we rose aloud
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| Stretched and yawned
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| What’s left, surveyed around
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| The humble sound
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| Searched all of our minds alike
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| For the faintest cloud
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| South bound, satisfied
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| With what we’d found
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| After all the causes we get behind
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| We can still find us a common mind
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| Cast down, to the living depths
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| Unnanounced
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| What rises up again?
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| No one knows
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| What chain do we sit atop
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| And watch unfold
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| Each anchor that we set
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| A different home
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| In between all the causes we get behind
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| We can still find us a common mind
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| We are lucky and we know it
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| We clap our hands to show it
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| We are lucky and we know it
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| We are lucky and we know it
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| With the focus on always moving up
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| And moving on
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| We can’t rest till we’ve driven off
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| And our hearts become
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| Second best, and left behind
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| With the weakest pump
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| What’s down, but a safety net
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| And the softest ground
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| In between all the causes we get behind
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| We can still find us a common mind
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| We are lucky and we know it
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| We clap our hands to show it
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| We are lucky and we know it
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| We are lucky and we know it |