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Springsteen Bruce The Rising

Joke's on me, but it's gonna be okay If I can just get through this lonesome day Lonesome day Hell's brewing, dark sun's on the rise This storm will

on up the road Further on up the road One sunny mornin' we'll rise I know And I'll meet you further on up the road One sunny mornin' we'll rise I know

The sky was falling and streaked with blood I heard you calling me, then you disappeared into the dust Up the stairs, into the fire Up the stairs, into

Down at the court house they're ringin' the flag down Long black line of cars snakin' slow through town Red sheets snappin' on the line With this ring

search for you on the other side Where the river runs clean and wide Up to my heart the waters rise Up to my heart the waters rise I sink `neath the

your heart I taste the seed upon your lips, lay my tongue upon your scars But when I look into your eyes, we stand worlds apart Where the distant oceans sing, and rise

you're missing, when I shut out the lights You're missing, when I close my eyes You're missing, when I see the sun rise You're missing Children are

these hands I pray lord With these hands For the strength lord With these hands For the faith lord With these hands Come on rise up! Come on rise up! Rise

shoulder a half mile of line Come on up for the rising Come on up, lay your hands in mine Come on up for the rising Come on up for the rising tonight