| We’re coming to the edge,
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| running on the water,
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| coming through the fog,
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| your sons and daughters.
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| Let the river run,
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| let all the dreamers
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| wake the nation.
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| come, the new jerusalem.
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| Silver cities rise,
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| the morning lights
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| the streets that meet them,
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| and sirens call them on
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| with a song.
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| It’s asking for the taking.
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| trembling, shaking.
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| oh, my heart is aching.
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| We’re coming to the edge,
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| running on the water,
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| coming through the fog,
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| your sons and daughters.
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| We the great and small
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| stand on a star
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| and blaze a trail of desire
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| through the dark’ning dawn.
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| It’s asking for the taking.
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| come run with me now,
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| the sky is the color of blue
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| you’ve never even seen
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| in the eyes of your lover.
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| Oh, my heart is aching.
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| we’re coming to the edge,
|
| running on the water,
|
| coming through the fog,
|
| your sons and daughters.
|
| It’s asking for the taking.
|
| trembling, shaking.
|
| oh, my heart is aching.
|
| we’re coming to the edge,
|
| running on the water,
|
| coming through the fog,
|
| your sons and daughters.
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| Let the river run,
|
| let all the dreamers
|
| wake the nation.
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| come, the new jerusalem. |