Bird, rise high from the cinders, leave it all behind
All the ruins and the fire
Bird, raise your head from the ashes - many men lay dead
You can see them like I
Phoenix rise, raise your head to the sky
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Bird, rise high from the cinders, leave it all behind
All the ruins and the fire
Bird, raise your head from the ashes - many men lay dead
You can see them like I
Phoenix rise, raise your head to the sky
Composition: Turner (Gb) Ted, Martin Turner, Steven Upton, and Andrew Powell
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