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Phoenix
04:41
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My God is floating on the wings of a child who don't believe
A phoenix, born in the fire, he puts the ash into a bowl
A fog sweeps, the dirt rolls in full of creatures we can't see
Burn't down, bring it back up - ichi ni san shi go
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A phoenix, born in the fire, he puts the ash into a bowl
We don't sit down and we don't sit down and we don't sit down
A phoenix, born in the fire, he puts the ash into a bowl
We don't sit down and we don't sit down and we don't sit down and we don't stand up
The roof caves in with a smokey thing and a woman pulls the strings
Ice outside and no life inside, a child who don't believe
There's an empty farm where he can dig, he'll uncover his old mans bones
A flood of fire that his hands can hold, he writes on the wall in his new home
A phoenix born in the fire, he puts the ash into a bowl
Burnt down, bring it back up - ichi ni san shi go
A phoenix born in the fire, he puts the ash into a bowl
Burnt down bring it back up, he fell in love with rock and roll
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We don't sit down and we don't stand up
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Up from Underground
06:00
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transcendental and instrumental,
once so simple and elemental,
having said it's all for a reason
given to them is one opportunity
come in station we are receiving,
frequencies while we are sleeping
having dreams is action reaction
above and below your conscious existence
I've lately underestimated
it's contagious and creative,
no wonder there's electricity
pulsing through the air
convinced of all the flowing juices,
that the tree is really where the truth is,
apples on your head
up from underground
walking through this land
I can understand
why I've had to bend
I can understand
walking through this wood
I have understood
where you're coming from
up from underground
In a tree built from the timbers
casting shade over where the sun was,
in the air up there
devil's hand appeared
clutching in one hand duality,
separate realities,
but those with eyes to see
recognize themselves
and through the static in the chamber,
recognize in yourself a stranger
who this is in me
devil's hand will feed
underneath the tree
where once I was free
apples I did eat
they grow from underground
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