Now What

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Rise him up, rise up

Out of your hole

Out of your head

Into your soul

Your sadness and sickness

Are nothing to prize

Leave them behind

And rise up, rise up

Out of your past

Your time is short

It ain't gonna last

It's terrible, wonderful, beautiful

Open your eyes

And rise up

Now rise up

Out of your well-worn rut

Wait for someone

To give you your cut

Just write it off

Say your goodbyes

And rise up

Rise up, rise up