I rolled over in bed to touch her head
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She was mumbling in her sleep
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And I listened close to everything she said
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She was dreaming about the rocks and trees
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Bleeding everywhere and I wrote down every single thing she said
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And she said, the spirits of the earth
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Are so hungry for justice, they cry
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And the spirits of the sky
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Are with us tonight and they cry
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In a crisis we cut away
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What we don't need anymore
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In the good times we fight our way
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We fight our way inside
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In a crisis we cut away
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What we don't need anymore
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In the good times we find our way
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We find our way back home, yeah
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I rode my bicycle by her house
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She was gardening in the dark
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Singing to the green beans and the beets
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She was wearing her high heels
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Chopping the high weeds, dealing out life and death
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And I wrote down every single thing she said
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And she said, the spirits of the earth
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Are so hungry for justice, they cry
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And the spirits of the sky
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Are with us tonight and they cry
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In a crisis we cut away
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What we don't need anymore
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In the good times we fight our way
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We fight our way inside
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In a crisis we cut away
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What we don't need anymore
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In the good times we find our way
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We find our way back home, ooh, ohh, ooh, ohh
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And I followed every dream she dreamed
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Everywhere she led
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And I wrote down every secret thing
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Every word she left unsaid
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The spirits of the earth
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Are so hungry for justice they cry
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And the spirits of the sun
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Are lined up on our side and they cry
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In a crisis we cut away
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What we don't need anymore
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In the good times we fight our way
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We fight our way inside
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In a crisis we cut away
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What we don't need anymore
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In the good times we find our way
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We find our way back home
|
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In a crisis we cut away
|
What we don't need anymore
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In the good times we fight our way
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We fight our way inside
|
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In a crisis we cut away
|
What we don't need anymore
|
In the good times we find our way
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We find our way back home
|
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In a crisis we cut away
|
What we don't need anymore
|
In the good times we fight our way
|
We fight our way inside
|
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In a crisis we cut away
|
What we don't need anymore
|
In the good times we find our way
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We find our way back home
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In a crisis we cut away
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What we don't need anymore
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In the good times we fight our way
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We fight our way inside
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In a crisis
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In A Crisis
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| Jefferson Starship |
