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Meet me in the valley |
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See me pass on the street |
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You'll find me in the garden |
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Trampled flowers 'neath my feet |
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The oceans'll seethe |
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And have no reprieve |
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For the weak |
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And the damned |
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The creatures of the sea |
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Will make homes |
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Of the bones |
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That drift endlessly |
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(As far as the eye can see) |
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Meet me in the valley |
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See me pass on the street |
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You'll find me in the garden |
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Trampled flowers 'neath my feet |
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The mountains sink into the earth |
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And amidst the crumbling dirt |
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The stragglers clutch their young |
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As if there's something to be done |
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Or will it be just |
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Just this |
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Just |
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White noise, white light in the deep |
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Will they record |
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The descending of the hoarde |
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With a black box that contains |
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The echoes, the shouts, the strains |
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Of the last |
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Or will it be just |
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Just this |
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Just |
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White noise, white light in the deep |
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Meet me in the valley |
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See me pass on the street |
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You'll find me in the garden |
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Trampled flowers 'neath my feet |
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You've heard the stories of me |
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You know what I can do |
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I take the ember's of man's anger |
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And there's nothing I can't spin them into |
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You hear me whisper to you |
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I see you recognize my face |
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A familiar pulse |
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Calling out from the empty spaces |
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'Meet me in the valley' |
