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I've seen a high cairn kissed by holy wind |
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Seen a mirror pool cut by golden fins |
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Seen alleys where they hide the truth of cities |
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The mad whose blessing you must accept without pity |
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I've stood in airports guarded glass and chrome |
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Walked rifled roads and landmined loam |
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Seen a forest in flames right down to the road |
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Burned in love till I've seen my heart explode |
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You've been leading me |
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Beside strange waters |
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Across the concrete fields of man |
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Sun ray like a camera pans |
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Some will run and some will stand |
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Everything is bullshit but the open hand |
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You've been leading me |
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Beside strange waters |
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Streams of beautiful lights in the night |
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But where is my pastureland in these dark valleys? |
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If I loose my grip, will I take flight? |
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You've been leading me |
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Beside strange waters |
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Streams of beautiful lights in the night |
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But where is my pastureland in these dark valleys? |
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If I loose my grip, will I take flight? |
