| One eye open
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| No rock left unturned
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| Like a drop in the ocean
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| I rise
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| And they say it might be witchcraft
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| When they saw her strength
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| Invisible armour to keep his words away
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| Oh oh, arms rise up she wakes
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| Oh oh, moves through the water and changes
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| Oh oh, arms rise up she stands
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| Oh oh, holding the fire in her hands
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| Both eyes open
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| She watches woodland burn
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| White cliffs against the ocean
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| It’s high tide
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| And they say it might be witchcraft
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| When they heard the roar
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| Of the flames licking the fortress
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| Of love that stands no more
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| Oh oh, arms rise up she wakes
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| Oh oh, moves through the water and changes
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| Oh oh, arms rise up she stands
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| Oh oh, holding the fire in her hands
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| Oh oh, arms rise up she wakes
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| Oh oh, moves through the water and changes
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| Oh oh, arms rise up she stands
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| Oh oh, holding the fire in her hands
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| Rise up
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| She starts to rise up
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| She’s going to rise up
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| She’s going to rise up
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| As she dives into the water
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| Whispers of the flame
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| And they weight for her return
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| Oh but will she stay?
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| Rise up
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| She starts to rise up
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| She’s going to rise up
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| She starts to rise up
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| Rise up
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| She starts to rise up
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| She’s going to rise up
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| She starts to rise up
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| Rise up
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| She starts to rise up |