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There is a cross up yonder up on Calvary Hill |
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There is a slip of blood on a silver knife |
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There is a graveyard kid down below |
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Where at night did come to life |
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And above the stars, they crackle in fire |
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A dead man's moon throws seven rings |
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Well, we put our ears to the cold grave stones |
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This is the song they'd sing |
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We are alive |
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And though our bodies lie alone here in the dark |
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Our spirits rise to carry the fire and light the spark |
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To stand shoulder to shoulder and heart to heartA voice cried out, I was killed in Maryland in 1877 |
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When the railroad workers made their stand |
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Well, I was killed in 1963 one Sunday morning in Birmingham |
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Well, I died last year crossing the southern desert |
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My children left behind in San Pablo |
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Well they left our bodies here to rot |
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Oh please let them knowWe are alive |
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Oh, and though we lie alone here in the dark |
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Our souls will rise to carry the fire and light the spark |
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To fight shoulder to shoulder and heart to heartLet your mind rest easy, sleep well my friend |
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It's only our bodies that betray us in the endI awoke last night in a dark and dreamy deep |
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From my head to my feet, my body gone stone cold |
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There were worms crawling all around me |
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Fingers scratching at an earth black and six foot low |
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And alone in the blackness of my grave |
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Alone I'd been left to die |
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Then I heard voices calling all around me |
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The earth rose above me, my eyes filled with skyWe are alive |
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And though our bodies lie alone here in the dark |
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Our souls and spirits rise |
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To carry the fire and light the spark |
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To fight shoulder to shoulder and heart to heart |
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To stand shoulder to shoulder and heart to heart |
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We are alive |
