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[ti:] |
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[ar:] |
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[al:] |
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Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding |
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Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile egg-shell mind |
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Blood in the streets |
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In the town of New Haven |
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Blood stains the roofs |
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And the palm trees of Venice |
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Blood in my love |
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In the terrible summer |
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Bloody red sun of |
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Phantastic L.A |
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Blood screams her brain |
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As they chop off her fingers |
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Blood will be born |
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In the birth of a nation |
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Blood is the rose of |
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Mysterious union |
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Blood on the rise |
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It's following me |
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Indian,Indian |
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What did you die for? |
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Indian says nothing at all |
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Gently they stir |
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Gently rise |
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The dead are new-born awakening |
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With ravaged limbs |
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And wet souls |
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Gently they sigh |
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In rapt funeral amazement |
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Who called these dead to dance? |
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Was it the young woman |
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Learning to play the "Ghost Song" |
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In her baby grand |
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Was it the wilderness children? |
| [02:02.35] |
Was it the Ghost-God himself |
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Stuttering,cheering |
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Chatting blindly? |
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I called you up to |
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Annoint the earth |
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I called you to announce |
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Sadness falling like |
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Burned skin |
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I called you to wish you well |
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To glory in self like a new monster |
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And now I call on you to pray |
