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Though my hands are cold, |
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And my mouth is dry |
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Well, this journey's told, |
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Is a mountain high. |
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Though the wind she burns, |
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Like an ageless flame, |
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She will give me strength, |
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So I can move again. |
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And though my people may not be many, |
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We are ready for the storm to come. |
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And though my people may not be many, |
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We are ready to be strong as one. |
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And though my people, travel light, |
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They are willing to fight the fight. |
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Willing to fight the fight |
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And though my people may not be many we are ready... |
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We've got to find a way, |
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Let it be done, let it be done. |
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Ooh |
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Do you want to keep the faith, |
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Until the storm has broken? |
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We have got to find a way, |
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To rise above the pain... |
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My men come, he cross the waters. |
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My men come he cross the seas, yes. |
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He has the sons, he has the daughters, |
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But he brings with him sea, ooh. |
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And though my people may not be many, |
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We are ready for the storm to come. |
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And though my people may not be many, |
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We are ready to be strong as one. |
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And though my people, travel light, |
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They are willing to fight the fight. |
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Willing to fight the fight |
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And though my people may not be many we are ready, yeah. |
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We've got to find a way, |
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Let it be done, let it be done. |
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Ooh |
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Do you want to keep the faith, |
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Until the storm has broken, yeah. |
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We have got to find a way, |
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To rise above the pain... |
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The industry, will never find me, |
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Here among the trees. |
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My footsteps will be... |
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Will be all that I leave. |
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Oh lonely island, so rich and fair, |
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We leave your shores for reasons unclear. |
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Looking for a, better life, |
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And you are all that I need. |
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Hey, |
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All that I need. |
