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fred pie
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All of these years ive been riding on my own,
driven by the spirits that posess me.
They came from under the deep blue,
where i wouldve drowned but for another,
who saved me.
But it wasnt before the spirits entered me,
they taught me the secrets of their lives and times.
But the preciousness was far too overbearing for me......
the spirit of the drowned goes into fish,
thats why the dogshark comes up pleading .
Hes asking you to cut his life short not.
Because he once was a man ,now he swims in the sea
In his cold and lonely garden, he waits for you and me.
The hawks are flying in the sun
and the other birds are singing in the trees,
they once walked the earth as men,nowtheyre flying high above us on the breeze.
Thats where all the dead ones go,
i wonder why you didnt know,
the people are flying all around us
theyre calling out your name now can you hear?
driven by the spirits that posess me.
They came from under the deep blue,
where i wouldve drowned but for another,
who saved me.
But it wasnt before the spirits entered me,
they taught me the secrets of their lives and times.
But the preciousness was far too overbearing for me......
the spirit of the drowned goes into fish,
thats why the dogshark comes up pleading .
Hes asking you to cut his life short not.
Because he once was a man ,now he swims in the sea
In his cold and lonely garden, he waits for you and me.
The hawks are flying in the sun
and the other birds are singing in the trees,
they once walked the earth as men,nowtheyre flying high above us on the breeze.
Thats where all the dead ones go,
i wonder why you didnt know,
the people are flying all around us
theyre calling out your name now can you hear?