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And from fireflies
And these fireflies

In the wind comes the stingin' rain
You see it drivin' the nails into the souls of the tree of
And from fireflies, a red orange glow
You see the face of runnin' scared
In the below, right

the blue sky
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In the locust wind, comes a and hum
Where wrestled the angel and the angel was overcome
You plant a seed, you raise a flower of fire
You see burnin' crosses
You see the higher and higher

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the blue sky
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guy comes up to me
His face red a rose on a thorn bush
With all the of a royal flush
And he's peelin' off those dollar
them down

One hundred, two
And I can see those planes
And I can see fighter planes
the mud huts where children sleep
And the alleys of a quiet city street

You take the staircase to the floor
You turn the key and unlock the door
A man breathes into a
And through the you hear the city groan
And outside it's and outside it's America

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See the sky ripped open, rain coming down with vision of
of the world as they run into the arms of America
Of America, of America, of