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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros
Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros
Performer
Nora Kirkpatrick
Nora Kirkpatrick
Accordion
Orpheo McCord
Orpheo McCord
Percussion
Jade Castrinos
Jade Castrinos
Vocals
Seth Ford-Young
Seth Ford-Young
Bass Guitar
Stewart Cole
Stewart Cole
Trumpet
Christian Letts
Christian Letts
Vocals
Josh Collazo
Josh Collazo
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Ebert
Alexander Ebert
Composer
Alex Ebert
Alex Ebert
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alex Ebert
Alex Ebert
Producer
Matt Linesch
Matt Linesch
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Dear believer, come sing me a song
Let the octave belong to the next
And lifting us soundly back into the world
May we sing the Earth, Heaven's breath
Murder, murder, you haunt every bone
But the son you have grown still resists
Anger, anger, you're finally my bitch
Through glory of this, Heaven's breath
[Chorus]
Paradise has its hunter
Call me blind, call me fool
I don't mind chasing thunder
I say reaching for Heaven is what I'm on Earth to do
[Verse 2]
Dear believer, I've no cause to go on
Save for if you take my case
See, the world was good and heavy on my shoulders as a child
But I let it all go to my waist
Now comfort's rooting pigs for my blood
To stick in my mud a flag of white
Dear believer of fire and rebirth
May we shine the Earth, Heaven's light
[Chorus]
Paradise has its hunter
Call me blind, call me fool
I don't mind chasing thunder
I say reaching for Heaven is what I'm on Earth to do
[Instrumental]
Dear believer, come sing us a song
Like we sang upon younger days
When the world was good and heavy on our shoulders as a child
'Fore we let it all go to waste
[Chorus]
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
[Instrumental]
I say reaching for Heaven is what I'm on Earth to do
Maybe reaching for Heaven is what I'm on Earth to do
Written by: Alexander Ebert
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