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We fled in raining ashes |
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Crawled through burning trees |
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Our welts and tattood lashes |
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Left among the cypress knees |
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Gold, a deep molasses |
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In up past our knees |
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Lure, the hope of freedom |
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Awaits our weary feat |
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Twelve days and many nights |
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Led by eternal light |
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Into her arms |
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Darkness to match our flight |
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Free from the black and white |
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Into her arms |
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In the bed of the gods of old |
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Rise up above the free |
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There's cleansing fire flying |
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Higher than these hanging trees |
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Can't rest our gaze from freedom |
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Herald the heron's cry |
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We're in the throes of living |
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Alive for the first time |
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Twelve days and many nights |
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Led by eternal light |
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Into her arms |
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Darkness to match our flight |
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Free from the black and white |
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Into her arms |
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Twelve days and many nights |
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Led by eternal light |
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Into her arms |
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Darkness to match our flight |
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Free from the black and white |
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Into her arms |
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Twelve days and many nights |
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Led by eternal light |
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Into her arms |
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Darkness to match our flight |
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Free from the black and white |
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Into her arms |
