“Dear Believer come sing us a song
Like we sang upon younger days
When the world was good and heavy on my shoulders as a child
‘Fore we let it all go to waste
Paradise has its hunter
Call me wise, call me fool
I don’t mind chasing thunder
I say reaching for heaven is what I’m on Earth to do.”
Dear Believer - Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros
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