© Tilley/Wenner 2005
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fiogf49gjkf0d Moonrise
The Crimson sun bites the earth,
And our skin is caked with dirt,
We all ache, but we don’t hurt,
Because…
The moon is on the rise, dark clouds grace the skies well behind us,
Come and take my hand, we’ll race across these lands, no one can stop us
Your daddy don’t won’t me around,
And he owns half of this old town,
But nothing’s going to keep us down,
Because…
The moon is on the rise, dark clouds grace the skies well behind us,
Come and take my hand, we’ll race across these lands, no one can stop us
The roar of freedom fills our night,
And unchains your birthright,
Gets us through to morning’s light,
Your eyes are as dark as the coal they pull from this ground,
Your voice is the whisper of wind to where we’re bound,
Somewhere in your mind, you know it is our time
Cause, the moon is on the rise, dark clouds grace the skies well behind us,
Come and take my hand, we’ll race across these lands, no one can stop us
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