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One more year of digging here |
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And we're alight in heaven; we're alight in heaven |
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If we bare the stones and stares |
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Then we're alight in heaven, we're alight in heaven |
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Mother says to hold our tongues; we are the chosen ones, |
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And we answer to no one, |
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Same dream |
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I'm always having, |
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Like shivering, shivering, shivering... |
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Find a home amongst the trees, |
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Bend your branches over me, |
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Find a home, defy the freeze, |
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Dance around the rosaries... |
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Faith alone must clear this snow |
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Or we'll have doubted heaven;we'll have doubted heaven |
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It's finisterre for dancing bears |
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If we have doubted heaven; we have doubted heaven |
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Everyone I left behind, they think |
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I left my mind under |
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Mesmer, sola fide |
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Same dream |
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I'm always having, |
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Like shivering, shivering, shivering... |
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Find a home amongst the trees, |
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Bend your branches over me, |
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Find a home; defy the freeze, and glow, |
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Find a home... |
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Oh I can row, |
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I can row, |
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I can row back home, |
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Or we can lay, we can lay, we can lay in sway. |
