Thick cloud - steam rising - hissing stone on sweat lodge fire
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Around me - buffalo robe - sage in bundle - rub on skin
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Outside - cold air - stand, wait for rising sun
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Red paint - eagle feathers - coyote calling - it has begun
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Something moving in - I taste it in my mouth and in my heart
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It feels like dying - slow - letting go of life
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Medicine man lead me up though town - Indian ground -
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so far down
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Cut up land - each house - a pool - kids wearing water
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wings - drink in cool
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Follow dry river bed - watch Scout and Guides make
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pow-wow signs
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Past Geronimo's disco - Sit 'n' Bull steakhouse - white
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men dream
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A rattle in the old man's sack - look at mountain top -
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keep climbing up
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Way above us the desert snow - white wind blow
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I hold the line - the line of strength that pulls me through
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the fear
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San Jacinto - I hold the line
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San Jacinto - the poison bite and darkness take my sight -
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I hold the line
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And the tears roll down my swollen cheek - think I'm losing
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it - getting weaker
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I hold the line - I hold the line
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San Jacinto - yellow eagle flies down from the sun -
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from the sun
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We will walk - on the land
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We will breathe - of the air
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We will drink - from the stream
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We will live - hold the line
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San Jacinto
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| Peter Gabriel |
