There's a cross up yonder up on Calvary Hill
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There's a slip of blood on a silver knife
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There's a graveyard kid down below
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Where at night did come to life
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And above the stars, they crackle in fire
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A dead man's moon throws seven rings
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Well, we put our ears to the cold grave stones
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This is the song they'd sing
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We are alive
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And though our bodies lie alone here in the dark
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Our spirits rise to carry the fire and light the spark
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To stand shoulder to shoulder and heart to heart
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A voice cried out, I was killed in Maryland in 1877
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When the railroad workers made their stand
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Well, I was killed in 1963 one Sunday morning in Birmingham
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Well, I died last year crossing the southern desert
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My children left behind in San Pablo
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Well they left our bodies here to rot
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Oh please let them know
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We are alive
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Oh, and though we lie alone here in the dark
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Our souls will rise to carry the fire and light the spark
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To fight shoulder to shoulder and heart to heart
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Let your mind rest easy, sleep well my friend
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It's only our bodies that betray us in the end
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I awoke last night in a dark and dreamy deep
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From my head to my feet, my body had gone stone cold
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There were worms crawling all around me
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Fingers scratching at an earth black and six foot low
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And alone in the blackness of my grave
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Alone I'd been left to die
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Then I heard voices calling all around me
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The earth rose above me, my eyes filled with sky
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We are alive
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And though our bodies lie alone here in the dark
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Our souls and spirits rise
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To carry the fire and light the spark
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To fight shoulder to shoulder and heart to heart
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To stand shoulder to shoulder and heart to heart
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We are alive
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We Are Alive
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| Bruce Springsteen |
