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D
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I am the eagle, I live in
high country
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C
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In rocky cathedrals that reach to
the
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sky.
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D
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I am the hawk and there's
blood on my feathers,
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C
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But time is still turning, they
soon will be
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dry
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D
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And
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all those who see me and all
who believe in me
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F
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E
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A
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Share in the freedom I feel when
I
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fly.
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-
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D
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D/c
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Come
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dance with the
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west wind and
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D/b
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A
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Touch on the
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mountain tops,
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Dmaj7
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Bm
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G
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A
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Sail over
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canyons and
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up to the
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stars.
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D
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D/c
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And
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reach for the
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heavens,
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G/b
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D
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and
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hope for the
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future,
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D/c
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G/b
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And all that we
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can be,
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Em7
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A
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not just what we
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are.
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