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To the crowd to the world |
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You were so dry and with a token bird I made |
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Sent it to fly right to your side |
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With a broken wing you sail |
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Oh, like winter in July |
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A barren river wide |
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I'll pray for the flood |
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To wash on you |
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It's here, I'll be with you |
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Well if the birds can reach the sky |
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to this land I'll be with you |
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till the sun bursts from your side |
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with my hands I reach to you |
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When you think your chance is passing by |
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When you blow your moon away |
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I'll bleed like the reed fall with your knife |
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It's here I'll be with you |
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To the crowd to the world |
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You were so dry and with a token bird I made |
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Sent it to fly right to your side |
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With a broken wing you sail |
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Oh, like winter in July |
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A barren river wide |
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I'll pray for the flood |
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To wash on you |
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It's here, I'll stay with you |
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It's here, I'll be with you |
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I'll fall |
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I'll fall |
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I'll fall |
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