Dear Believer, come sing me a song
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Let the octave belong to the next
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And lifting us soundly back into the world
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May we sing the Earth, Heaven's breath
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Murder murder, you haunt every bone
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But the son you have grown still resists
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Anger anger, you're finally my bitch
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Through glory of this, Heaven's breath.
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[Chorus:]
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Paradise, has its hunter
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Call me blind, call me fool
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I don't mind chasing thunder
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I say reaching for Heaven is what I'm on Earth to do.
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Dear Believer, I've no cause to go on
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Save for if you take my case
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See the world was good and heavy on my shoulders as a child
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But I let it all go to my waist
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Now comfort's rooting pigs for my blood
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To stick in my mud, a flag of white
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Dear Believer, of fire and rebirth
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May we shine the Earth, Heaven's light
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[Chorus]
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Dear Believer come sing us a song
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Like we sang upon, younger days
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When the world was good and heavy on our shoulders as a child
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'Fore we let it all go to waste.
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Paradise has its hunter
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Call me wise, call me fool
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I don't mind chasing thunder
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I say reaching for Heaven is what I'm on Earth to do
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I say reaching for Heaven is what I'm on Earth to do
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Maybe reaching for Heaven is what I'm on Earth to do...
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Dear Believer
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| Edward Sharpe And The Magnetic Zeros |
