Up there
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There's a ball of fire
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Some call it the spirit
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Some call it the sun
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Its energies are not for hire
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It serves man / It serves everyone
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Down there where Jonah wails
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in the healing water
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in the ready depths
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Twisting like silver swans
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No line of death no boundaries
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Up there
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The eye is hollow / The eye is winking
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The winds ablaze / Angels howling
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The sphinx awakens / But what can she say
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You'd be amazed
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Down there
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Your days are numbers
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Nothing to fear
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There will be trumpets
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There will be silence
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In the end the end
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Will be here just here
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Ahh the borders of heaven
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Are zipped up tight tonight
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The abstract streets
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The lights like some switched on Mondrian
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Cats like us are obsolete
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Hey Man don't breathe on my feet
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Thieves, poets we're inside out
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And everybody's a soldier
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Angels howl at those abstract lights
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And the borders of heaven
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Are zipped up tight tonight
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Up there
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There's a ball of fire
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Some call it the spirit
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Some call it the sun
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Its energies are not for hire
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It serves man / It serves everyone
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The air we breathe
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The flame of wisdom
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The earth we grind
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The beckoning sea
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It's no mystery / Not sentimental
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Ahh the equation / It's all elemental
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The world is restless
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Heaven in flux / Angels appear
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From the bright storm
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Out of the shadows
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Up there, down there
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But what can we say
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Man's been forewarned
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All communion is not holy
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Even those that fall
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They can prophet understanding
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It's all for man / It's for everyone
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It's up there, down there
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Everywhere / Everywhere
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Time for communion / Time for communion
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Talking communion...
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Up There Down There
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| Patti Smith |
