And did they ever cease to blame the water
Is granted to the born
Maybe it's all for the better
Since we grow among the thorns
There I touch what hurts me much
Reaching for what can hurt me more
The bluest eyes, call me, give the sunrise
Call me, give the sunrise
The sharpest thorn, count your breath, Kitch 'n Dor
Count your breath, Kitch 'n Dor
Oh, masters day can tell you why I fought
But they make no friend at all
They make no friend at all
Bluest eyes, call me, give the sunrise
The righteousness of the ones in power
Is a fist to those with mind
And if the moment to stop nagging from each other
Shines the final light
Dividing whose path to choose
Must be a quest for fools
The bluest eyes, call me, give the sunrise
Call me, give the sunrise
The sharpest thorn, count your breath, Kitch 'n Dor
Count your breath, Kitch 'n Dor
Oh, masters day can tell you why I fought
But they make no friend at all
They make no friend at all
The bluest eyes, call me, give the sunrise
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The bluest eyes, call me, give the sunrise
Call me, give the sunrise
The sharpest thorn, count your breath, Kitch 'n Dor
Count your breath, Kitch 'n Dor
Oh, masters day can tell you why I fought
But they make no friend at all
They make no friend at all
Bluest eyes, call me, give the sunrise