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I don't really know how |
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I got here this time |
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I was only just following orders |
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Listening to the voice in my mind |
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Saying steer clear of margins and borders |
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So I wasn't thinking of where we would go |
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On a could afternoon through the mountains we drove |
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Up a few hairpin turns and then spread out below |
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The valley appeared with the sun like |
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ElysiumI looked out the window and stared at the fields |
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Where the blue sky and green were colliding |
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I looked back at you and |
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I knew we were sealed |
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By a fate that has ways of providing |
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Yes, sometimes you get there in spite of the route |
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Losing track of your life and what it's about |
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The road seems to know when to straighten right out |
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The closer you come to |
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ElysiumThey say there's a place for those who are good |
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With it's pearly gates swinging wide open |
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The rest of us here are just knocking on wood |
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Quietly, piously hoping |
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I could wonder if all of it led me to you |
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I could show you the arrows and circles |
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I drewI didn't have a map, it's the best |
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I could do |
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On the fly and on the run |
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To dreams that were tethered like kites to the ground |
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To the bridges |
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I burned, to then turning around |
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It was here in your heart |
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I was finally found |
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And the last battle won for |
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Elysium |
