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There's a cold breeze blowing from the north as the city sleeps |
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Rushing through the stone corridors of these gritty streets |
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Whistling against the window panes like a spirit speaks |
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That seeks to ring a change bringing days of peace to |
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It comes surging with a purpose uncertain |
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And cuts to the heart with a certain like urgence |
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The first ones caught by this gust were deserving |
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That's penetrated straight to the core of their nerve-strings |
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Hear the rustle in the leaves that we sweep along |
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Tremor as we crumble disbelief with the sweetest song |
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Endeavouring to humble every damn thing we breathe upon |
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That's cleverly we tumble through the town till we reach the dawn |
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And as the sun rises opening it's one iris, |
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We disappear like a freak storm that sunk pirates |
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To re-emerge harnessing the force of a hurricane |
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Bringing forth these words across the seas to your country's plane |
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Lone wanderer, roaming the seven seas |
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I walk the distance step on everything that heaven sees |
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I tread the desert with these weathered feet |
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The Nepalese shepherd, ever begging in the evergreen |
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Ethereal dream merchant, sleeping on a rain cloud |
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Let my spirit dance to the whispers of the fainter sound |
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Of water trickling from ice stalactites |
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Like gives me hope like a glimmer in the blackest night |
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Knife pack a talisman, staff in the holster |
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Live man a walk, leave a scar on your poster |
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All hype on the stage but can't attempt it when the show stops |
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Blood, you get sparked, if you don't rhyme like you're supposed to |
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Tell me, who's first to burst verse |
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Vulga spit bullet, you're pulling words from out your purse |
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Unrehearsed, I dispatch close to your birthplace |
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Expression on your bird's face, show her how my girth taste |
