| The myth of Ulalena
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| Of that ocean song
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| Eyes of white pueo
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| See the one in all
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| The more I lose my words
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| The more I’m coming home
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| Let the mind grow humble
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| Let that spirit roam
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| Thread it through the thunder
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| Let the sky mouth sing
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| Through the black light rainbow
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| Mother spoke to me
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| Don’t you carry stones
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| Don’t you carry stones
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| Don’t you carry stones
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| Don’t you carry stones
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| Don’t you carry stones
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| Don’t you carry stones in your bowl of light
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| In your bowl of light
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| In your bowl of light
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| In your bowl of light
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| Where we drove upcountry
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| Our feet stained in the red
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| Laid some good good prayers down
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| She said, I see you child, I see you there
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| We forget and remember
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| And we forget again
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| But this life is a circle
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| And it’s coming back around
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| Coming back again
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| Don’t you carry stones
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| Don’t you carry stones
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| Don’t you carry stones
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| Don’t you carry stones
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| Don’t you carry stones
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| Don’t you carry stones in your bowl of light
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| In your bowl of light
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| In your bowl of light
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| In your bowl of light
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| Oh yeah
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| Oh creator, I can hear you
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| Thank you
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| This is my offering,
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| All I’m saying is Thank You
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| Oh creator, I can hear you thinking
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| This is my offering,
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| All I’m saying is Thank You
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| Thank you, thank you
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| Thank you
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| Yeah, thank you
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| Don’t you carry stones in your bowl of light
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| Don’t you carry stones
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| Don’t you carry stones in your bowl of light
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| Don’t you carry stones
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| Don’t you carry stones in your bowl of light
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| Don’t you carry stones
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| Don’t you carry stones in your bowl of light
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| Don’t you carry stones |