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When the white flag sails, covered in streaks of light |
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There'll be an endless sea, of us rising up |
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And the preacher man, and the preacher's son |
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Stand on and on, just like everyone |
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Me longing to be free, I'll let you fade away |
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We shed so many dreams, don't let them fade away |
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In the hands of love, we carry home |
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Stronger than we started |
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We're ashamed of the trail behind us |
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Weakest is the blinded |
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Who we are comes alive, yeah |
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Who we are comes to life |
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When the water spills, the glass will break |
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It drips like tears, rubbing up your face |
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And the hands will crawl, for the dance of war |
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But the saints of joy, their bickering will soar |
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Me longing to be free, I'll let you fade away |
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We shed so many dreams, don't let them fade away |
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In the hands of love, we carry home |
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Stronger than we started |
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We're ashamed of the trail behind us |
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Weakest is the blinded |
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Who we are comes alive, yeah |
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Who we are comes to life |
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Me longing to be free, I'll let you fade away |
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In the hands of love, we carry home |
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Stronger that we started |
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We're ashamed of the trail behind us |
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Weakest is the blinded |
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Who we are comes alive, yeah |
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Who we are comes to life |
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We come alive |
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We come alive |
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Come alive |
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We come alive |
