Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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They burn that hillside black
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They lay the maple down on It's back
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For just one stardust stone
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Sleeping innocent below.
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But they'll run when the warm rain comes
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Roaring with the thunder
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I'll rise up from the murky mud
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When the summer storm begins the flood.
[Verse 2]
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I'll hide way up high
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Until the water runs down the pike
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To wash aside all the parasites
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And take the valley back alive.
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The Tug flows and the rubbish floats
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to hang up on the high oak
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The power goes to the undergrowth
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When the summer storm begins to blow.
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[Instrumental]
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[Verse 3]
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Free me, let me go
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They don't recognize a precious stone
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I'll lay low 'til the wet wind blows
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To take me tumblin' down the road
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The wood vines make it hard to fly
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The anchor holds my rope down
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There's no use trying to make it out alive
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And like a summer storm I've gotta roam.
[Outro]
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E E E
[Verse 1]
E A E
They burn that hillside black
E A E
They lay the maple down on It's back
E A
For just one stardust stone
E
Sleeping innocent below.
E A E
But they'll run when the warm rain comes
A E B
Roaring with the thunder
E A E
I'll rise up from the murky mud
E
When the summer storm begins the flood.
[Verse 2]
E A E
I'll hide way up high
E A E
Until the water runs down the pike
E A E
To wash aside all the parasites
E
And take the valley back alive.
E A E
The Tug flows and the rubbish floats
A E B
to hang up on the high oak
E A E
The power goes to the undergrowth
E
When the summer storm begins to blow.
E E E
[Instrumental]
E A E
E A E
E A E
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E A E
A E B
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[Verse 3]
E A E
Free me, let me go
E A E
They don't recognize a precious stone
E A E
I'll lay low 'til the wet wind blows
E
To take me tumblin' down the road
E A E
The wood vines make it hard to fly
A E B
The anchor holds my rope down
E A E
There's no use trying to make it out alive
E
And like a summer storm I've gotta roam.
[Outro]
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Joel Veitch
Joel Weldon
Joel Y Brian
Joelistics
Joergen Reenberg