I met a Moko man from the other side
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The room began to capsize as he was telling me his tales
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And all my beliefs and best belongings
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were flying useless through the air
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And when they all were lost - then we were brothers
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By the wheel the tellers stands shaking numbers from his hands
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His face is masked and his coats tails are waring
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He cries ¡®round and round and round she goes
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Where she lands nobody knows, but hey thank you for asking¡¯
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The prayer flags are flying in the wind
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In the last days of winter, just a few of us remained
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We built a fire of remembrance on the frozen land
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And as the sparks flew up into the night to dance around the stars
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Beneath our very feet the ground was shifting
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The prayer flags are flying in the wind
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The prayer wheels spinning in the wind
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And there she blows ? our time is gone
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And in the womb a new head is beginng to turn
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Beyond these Carnival lights there is nothing at all
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Just the distant screams and the endless fall
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A single drop of rain falls on my windscreen
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We¡¯re closer to the very edge than we realise
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The bridges all have been washed away or bombed out
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And the water runs fast and black and cold¡¦
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The prayer flags are flying in the wind
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The prayer wheels spinning in the wind
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Prayer Flags
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