Right Foot Lyrics by Apex Theory
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Never did I find a nest for my soul
We have made all the bans we imposed
We have thrown
On ourselves
In memory's manner

The weakended will
Raise their heads
To mellow their somber faces
This day you will
Be in your camp
In the streets of your people

You are at
The summit of the honored
Decorate yourselves
Never did I find a nest for my soul   We have made all the bans we imposed   We have thrown   On ourselves   In memory's manner      The weakended will   Raise their heads   To mellow their somber faces   This day you will   Be in your camp   In the streets of your people      You are at   The summit of the honored   Decorate yourselves