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WaterfallChimes sing sunday mornTodays the day shes sworn To steal what she never could own And race from this hole she calls home Now youre at the wheel Tell me how, how does it feel? So good to have equalised To lift up the lids of your eyes As the mile they disappear See land begin to clear Free from the filth and the scum This american satelites won Shell carry on through it all Shes a waterfall Shell carry on through it all Shes a waterfall See the steeple pine The hills as old as time Soon to be put to the test To be whipped by the winds of the west Stands on shifting sands The scales held in her hands The wind it just whips her away And fills up her brigantine sails Shell carry on through it all Shes a waterfall Shell carry on through it all Shes a waterfall |