| Dear wind of Mississippi can you call him by name
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| I have followed his wings on a sunny day
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| I like to believe he’s the chosen one
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| I like to believe he’s the fallen one
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| dead but rising
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| I raise the fist with power and fate
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| and wishing that his claws will grab on to my hand
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| I like to believe he’s the chosen one
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| I like to believe he’s the fallen one
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| dead but rising
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| The eagle:
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| I have been to the end of waters
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| I have been to the end of earth
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| I’ve been over mountains and riding the storms
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| dear son your words have reached me
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| and for that I can carry on
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| I’ll guide you in spirit
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| today I’ll be home
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| I like to believe he’s the chosen one
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| I like to believe he’s the fallen one
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| the rebirth of man heals a bleeding heart
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| the eagle of kings wears my fathers soul
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| Dead but rising |