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i left my anger in a river running highway 5new hampshire, vermont, bordered bycollege farms, hubcaps, and falling rocksvoices in the woods and the mountaintopsi used to search for reservations and native landsbefore i realized everywhere i standthere have tribal feet running wild as firesome past life sister of my desirejonas and ezekial hear me nowsteady now and don't come outi'm not ready for the dead to show it's facewhose turn is it anyway?anyway?now when i was young my people taught me wellgive back what you take or you'll go to hellit's not the devil's land, you know it's not that kindevery devil i meet becomes a friend of mineevery devil I meet is an angel in disguisejonas and ezekial hear me nowsteady now and don't come outi'm not ready for the dead to show it's facewhose angel are you anyway?white - chain - rope - fear(hush my darling)be still my deara bullet in the head, now he's deada friend of a friend, someone saidhe was an activist with a very short lifei think there's a lesson here - he died without a fightin the war over land where the world beganprophecies say it's where the world will endbut there's a tremor growing in our backyardfear in our heads, fear in our heartsprophets in the graveyardjonas and ezekial hear me nowsteady now and don't come outi'm not ready for the dead to show it's facewhose turn is it anyway?jonas and ezekial hear me nowsteady now i feel your ghost abouti'm not ready for the dead to show it's facewhose angel are you anyway?i said there's prophets in the graveyard(now i walk in beauty)prophets in the graveyard(beauty is before me)prophets in the graveyard(beauty is behind me)(above and below me)
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