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And these fireflies
And these fireflies

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

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In the locust wind, comes a and hum
Where Jacob wrestled the angel and the was overcome
You a demon seed, you raise a flower of fire
You see them crosses
You see the higher and higher

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This guy up to me
His red like a rose on a thorn bush
With all the of a royal flush
And he's peelin' off those bills
Slappin' them

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

You take the staircase to the first
You turn the key and slowly the door
A man into a saxophone
And the walls 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 with vision of love
People of the world as they run the arms of America
Of America, of America, of