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Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros - Dear Believer
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros
Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros
Performer
Alex Ebert
Alex Ebert
Vocals
Orpheo McCord
Orpheo McCord
Percussion
Christian Letts
Christian Letts
Vocals
Jade Castrinos
Jade Castrinos
Vocals
Josh Collazo
Josh Collazo
Drums
Nora Kirkpatrick
Nora Kirkpatrick
Accordion
Seth Ford-Young
Seth Ford-Young
Bass Guitar
Stewart Cole
Stewart Cole
Trumpet
Chris Richard
Chris Richard
Vocals
Jenny Brannick
Jenny Brannick
Vocals
Rachel Kolar
Rachel Kolar
Vocals
Aaron Arntz
Aaron Arntz
Piano
Aaron Embry
Aaron Embry
Piano
Aaron Older
Aaron Older
Bass Guitar
Mark Noseworthy
Mark Noseworthy
Vocals
Nathaniel Markman
Nathaniel Markman
Violin
Nico Aglietti
Nico Aglietti
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Ebert
Alex Ebert
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alex Ebert
Alex Ebert
Producer
Matt Linesch
Matt Linesch
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

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 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 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 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 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 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 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
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