| Blessed are the strong
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| Let us sing long
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| Sing beyond right, Darling, sing beyond wrong
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| Sing beyond the walls, oh the walls that we build
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| ‘Cause this time it’s shoot to kill
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| So let it bless our lips, let us only speak of hope
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| Lay the rhythm down, Darling, this is how we cope
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| We follow melodies, swallow up the seven seas
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| Watch it grow like trees while we hold on to the rope
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| Drifting in the current as it flows through dreadlocks
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| If they close the door, well, we continue to knock
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| Dancing with our hands to the ceiling, this is such a sacred feeling
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| I’m believing that this song will never stop
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| The lineage is callin', friend of the fallin'
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| People running round but now there’ll be no more stallin'
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| Because the book has been opened and the called few are chosen
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| Now its time to break the clocks
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| Under pressure, under pressure
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| The world is comin' in cold
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| But I’ve got some magic to melt all the stone
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| Under pressure, under pressure,
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| But baby we can’t lose,
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| ‘cause oceans and flavor, they sing from this room
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| How can we go down when were bathing in the sound of the great souls
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| Come tenfold
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| Fire on the tongue as we’re drinking from the sun
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| It ain’t no evil, I’ve been told
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| Words are the arrow, song is the bow
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| Rhythm is the hunter and it shoots for my soul
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| Heart is the mirror, eyes the window
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| Gaze upon the most high, come fly home
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| I know the stars hold an ancient secret
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| Ash on my skin, well, you best believe it
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| Born of a holy tribe, now it’s either do or die
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| Which way you wanna fly in this concrete jungle
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| Don’t forget about the roots
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| Never fallin' down—we hold the parachutes
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| In this age of darkness we cling to truth
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| They water the leaves, but we water the roots
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| Under pressure, under pressure
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| The world’s comin' in cold
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| But I’ve got some magic to melt all the stone
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| Under pressure, under pressure,
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| But, baby, we can’t lose
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| ‘Cause oceans of flavor they sing from this room
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| Under pressure, under pressure
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| But we say bless go round
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| Come rise like a lion, take shelter in sound
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| Under pressure
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| Under pressure |