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The lions in the street bend their heads |
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For the reckoning day |
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Cause the interstate's giving up her dead |
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For the reckoning day |
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Would you come alive everybody |
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Would you come alive everyone |
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Get up out of bed for the sound of the song unsung |
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Bury all your guns in the sand |
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Cause the temperature's changed |
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And the blood shot eye of the sun |
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Stains the bones of the slain |
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Would you come alive everybody |
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Would you come alive everyone |
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Get up out of bed for the sound of the song unsung |
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The hour's gonna take you apart |
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On the reckoning day |
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If the property lines of your hearts |
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Are drawn in the clay |
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Would you come alive everybody |
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Would you come alive everyone |
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Get up out of bed for the sound of the song unsung |
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The tide water's taxing the shores |
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Of the washing away |
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The flood stands high at the doors |
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Of the houses you made |
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Would you come alive everybody |
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Would you come alive everyone |
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Get up out of bed for the sound of the song unsung |
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Lift up your head |
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Oh you gate |
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Lift up your eyes |
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All you who wait |
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Daughter and son |
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Ashes and dust |
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Come untied from |
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the weight of the age |
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Lift up your head |
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Oh you gate |
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Lift up your eyes |
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All you who wait |
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Daughter and son |
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Ashes and dust |
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Come untied from |
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the weight of the age |
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Lift up your head |
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Oh you gate |
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Lift up your eyes |
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All you who wait |
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Daughter and son |
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Ashes and dust |
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Come untied from |
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the weight of the age |
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Lift up your head |
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Oh you gate |
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Lift up your eyes |
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All you who wait |
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Daughter and son |
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Ashes and dust |
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Come untied from |
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the weight of the age |
