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Bush of ghosts is burning |
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In the forests of the night |
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We hear spirits call to move our souls |
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Hear their voice in many things |
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Animals and birds and trees |
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Babakoto and his kind |
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They will help us sing our song |
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Reach across the gulf of time |
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They will help us sing our song |
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We must try and understand |
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Commutate a falling leaf |
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Catch the breathing of the sands |
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Raindrops on a windowpane |
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We must understand |
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Spirits move amongst us all |
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Ask the ancients of this world |
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If we only read the signs |
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They will help us sing our song |
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Reach across the gulf of time |
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They will help us sing our song |
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We must try and understand |
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Standing in the dark |
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This non-spiritual man |
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Blessed by ignorance |
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Twentieth century damned |
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Staring at the dawn |
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With a shotgun in his hand |
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Blood by reasoning |
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Technological |
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Standing in the dark |
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This political animal |
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Blessed by ignorance |
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Twenty-first century damned |
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Staring at the dawn |
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With a camera in his hand |
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Desire is reasonable |
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Technological |
