D Bm If you prick us, don't it sting G D if you kick us, won't it hurt G D G A I am wrapped in scraps of linen and pieces of people's old shirts D Bm G D But way way underneath all these sticky bands G D G A I hold all my dreams right here in my hands [Chorus] Bm D I will rise from the tomb Em G Like an infant emerging from the womb [Instrumental] D Bm G D G D G A [Verse] D Bm G D I spent several thousand years down here all alone G D G A No way to stem the lonely old ache in my bones D Bm G D Say the spell three times, crank up the special effects G D G A I'm gonna cast off all my bandages and see what happens next [Chorus] Bm D I will rise fully formed Em G Like an infant, freshly born [Bridge] G D C G I've been trapped too long underneath the ground G D G C In the hollow darkness, but ain't no grave gonna hold my body down [Chorus] Bm D I will push my hand up through the earth Em G A and I will rise like the cry of an infant at its birth D Bm G A [Instrumental] D Bm G D G D A D
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