On the edge of the bay
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A day just like the next
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They gather their nets
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And face their boats around
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Over the rooftops
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Hear the hum of wings
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In seventeen seconds
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The world explodes
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And it buries the night a brave new sunrise
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With a sweep of the sword, a blood red sunrise
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You'll never see the faces
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Of the fishermen
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But you may see their shadows
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Burned against the wall
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And in the temple grounds
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New bamboo grows again
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As if the heat of the flame
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Had left no trace at all
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And there's a light in the eastern sky ... sunrise
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And there's no place a man can hide, the sunrise
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Well, it buries the night, a brave new sunrise
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With a sweep of the sword, a blood red sunrise
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But in the cool of the evening
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When the children sleep
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The old mountain remembers
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And hangs his head in clouds
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And there's a light in the eastern sky, yeah, ... sunrise
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And there's no place a man can hide, the sunrise
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Well, it buries the night, a brave new sunrise
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With a sweep of the sword, a blood red ... sunrise
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Sunrise
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| Icehouse |
