| Melody starts
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| Echoing breath
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| Echoing fear
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| Echoing death
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| Echoing real
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| Echoing dream
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| Echoing drop
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| Echoing stream
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| Worn and dirty rivers find the sea
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| Brutally routine
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| Love, let us dig new streams
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| Love, let us live new streams
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| Where water and word are clean
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| I got thirty voices in my head
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| They’ve been telling me to quit while I’m ahead
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| But I’m not ahead
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| I’m digging well my blood’s still red
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| I’m digging for the streams beneath my bed
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| Underneath my head
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| I’m headed down to New Orleans
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| I’m headed down to New Orleans
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| I’m headed down to chase these dreams
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| I’m headed down to New Orleans
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| Come all you worn out, burn out, sick and tired
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| Come all you fake, pretentious suit and ties
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| Come with your filthy hands and your blackened eyes
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| If you’ve been hurt by the birds and the bees of life
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| If you’ve been hurt by the church of black and white
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| Come unto me, find rest my burden’s light
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| People Put Your Hands Up! |
| Let Me Know You!
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| People Put Your Hands Up! |
| Let Me Know You!
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| People Put Your Hands Up! |
| Let Me Know You!
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| Love, let us dig new streams
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| Love, let us live new streams
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| Where water and word are clean
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| Love, let us dig new streams |