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High in the hills there's an angel and the ghost in chains |
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Here in your arms there's a desert where it always rains |
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As your legs begin to spread how |
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I wish I was not dead |
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Standing backwards to the blood of man |
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Babies in jars, luxury cars, seasons that don't come true |
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Happiness waits outside the gates, watching each thing we do |
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Ocean mother, ocean child, are you mine or are you wild? |
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Are you calling for the blood of man? |
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I'll keep my dreams in the river tonight |
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Under the rocks and stones they will be alright |
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I'll hide my dreams in the river tonight |
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Under the rocks and moss, there they will be alright |
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Where did you go? |
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Oh, please come back |
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I miss you so, oh |
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Where did you go? |
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Oh, please come back |
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I miss you so, oh |
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Ocean mother, ocean child, are you mine or are you wild? |
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Are you calling for the blood of man? |
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Ocean mother, ocean child, are you mine or are you wild? |
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Are you calling for the blood of man? |
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Ocean mother, ocean child, are you mine or are you wild? |
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Are you calling for the blood of man? |
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Ocean mother, ocean child, are you mine or are you wild? |
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Are you calling for the blood of man? |
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Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey |
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Come on, come on |
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Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey |
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Come on, come on |
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Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey |
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Come on, come on |
