Shepherds they came, stripped of their names,
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And we were all the daughters that fell from her to ground,
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Because she needed us, she needed love,
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But we're all gone to strip that ground.
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Shivered pores were caves, teeth were all decayed,
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Jutting, jagged, rising up like welts on backs in strain,
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Because she needed us, she needed love,
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But we're all gone to strip that ground.
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We climbed up those banks from our place in the shade,
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Built us a fire but never knew what we made,
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It's not your mind, self, not your thoughts, not your soul.
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It's not your mind, self, not your thoughts, not your soul.
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Because we are that fire,
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Because we are that fire,
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Because we are that fire.
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Shepherds they came, stripped of their names,
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And we were all the daughters that fell from her to ground,
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Because she needed us, she needed love,
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But we're all gone to strip that ground.
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Were you safe down in my hands?
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The higher we climb,
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These shapes, shapes show,
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And this place is more holy when nobody knows.
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Were you safe down in line?
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The higher we climb,
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These shapes, shapes show,
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And this place is more holy when nobody knows.
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Were you safe down in line?
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The higher we climb,
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These shapes, shapes show,
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And this place is more holy when nobody knows.
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We climbed up those banks from our place in the shade,
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Built us a fire but never knew what we made,
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It's not your mind, self, not your thoughts, not your soul.
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It's not your mind, self, not your thoughts, not your soul.
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Because we are that fire,
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Because we are that fire,
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Because we are that fire.
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Show me what is still free and I will tell you.
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It's not your mind, self, not your thoughts, not your soul.
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Oh Lord
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Portugal. The Man |