It was the year
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The crows and the locusts came
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The fields drained dry the rain
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The fields are bleeding
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"Daddy don't cry, it'll be alright"
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She puts some water on the wound
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And hums a little tune
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While her courage puddles on the ground
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Pooling, pooling
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See the murder and the swarm descend
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And the night is getting thick
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The moon telling her tricks
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She'd betray her every time
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It was the year
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The crows and the locusts came
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The fields drained dry the rain
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The fields are bleeding
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It was the age
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The foxes came for the fields
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We were bleeding as we bowed to kneel
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And prayed for mercy, prayed for mercy
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The rumble is low and the heat is high
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Got a feeling that there's rain out in the oil black sky
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Gonna chase away the devil when that sun does rise
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Gonna plead the blood
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Gonna plead the blood
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It was the year
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The crows and the locusts came
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The fields drained dry the rain
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The fields are bleeding
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It was the age
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The foxes came for the fields
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We were bleeding as we bowed to kneel
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And prayed for mercy, prayed for mercy
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She limps on up to the top of a mount
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Looks at the faltered harvest
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Feels her sweat in the ground and the burn in her nose
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And the knowing in her guts
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Something's still gonna grow
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She ain't leaving 'till it does.
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What can wash away my sin
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Nothing but the blood...
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What can make me whole again
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Nothing but the blood...
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Crows + Locusts
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Brooke Fraser |