| To the top, yo
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| Yo, it’s rising
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| To the top, yo
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| Yo, it’s rising
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| I see the flowers move in the breeze
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| As gentle rains shower the trees
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| A sunray peeks its head in lightly
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| To find the gloom, loom ahead so feisty
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| Not trying to budge, it likes how it’s living
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| Dark days pave the way on its mission
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| For many months these fields hovered with clouds
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| Where kids would run around in boots covered with puddles
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| Dog barks were muzzled by raindrops and thunder
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| Birds migrate under trees and take cover
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| Ready for change, it’s been this way to long G
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| Sunshine’s life but some disagree strongly
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| And that’s the beauty, some take photos of sunny halos
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| Others are waiting for double rainbows
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| Still a few like the view when its grey
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| And some don’t give a damn dumping cans into the bay
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| But make way…
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| Cause it’s rising, yo it’s rising
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| But make way…
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| Cause i’ts rising…
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| To the top
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| It’s rising, it’s floating away
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| (up, up and away… up, up and away… now)
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| It’s rising, I can feel it’s warm embrace
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| (do you feel it… do you feel it?)
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| Seven thousand miles across the globe
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| Upon a home a new day dawns
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| Indigenous tribes living minimal lives
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| Under picturesque skies colored blue crayon
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| Visualize, waterfalls that land upon
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| Lush landscapes in the Amazon
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| Where deforestation turns the cameras on
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| That governments hide or put a bandage on
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| But the sun is rising, everyday it makes its way
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| To expose those things hiding, as the darkness fades away
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| And as the light comes out, you hear the chatter
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| Kids swim the river, so the heat don’t matter
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| Men hunt the jungles with spears and daggers
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| While the sun climbs the rungs of its ladder
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| And that’s the beauty, some chill in jungles of Brazil
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| Others live on hills, mansions and mills
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| Still a few like the bay
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| And some don’t give a damn clearing land to get paid
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| But make way…
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| Cause it’s rising, yo it’s rising
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| But make way…
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| Cause i’ts rising…
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| To the top
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| It’s rising, it’s floating away
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| (up, up and away… up, up and away… now)
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| It’s rising, I can feel it’s warm embrace
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| (do you feel it… do you feel it?) |