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We flew over the Cascades |
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We were forced to behave while we sat |
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Rows are turning |
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I crossed some standard state lines |
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I finally found myself so far away from home |
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Even though New England tree dust goes through us |
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Are bones are cold as stick and stones |
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We flew over the Cascades |
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Just to find ourselves in storms we've never known |
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The winds are like a beast with wings and yes |
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Everything was blown so far away |
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And I fell down, I fell to call its name |
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Even after hours of waiting |
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There was no telling when the storm would find its way |
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Lands we tried to memorize |
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Were no longer acting temperatures of red |
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Through the night the storm held me down |
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Bend my neck and said "it'd be ok" |
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I stared into the fury |
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And the beauty of its overwhelming strength |
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The winds are like a beast with wings and yes |
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Everything was blown so far away |
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And I fell down, I fell to call its name |
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I saw a dim light in the mouth of the beast |
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So I followed it in |
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It's too late to retreat |
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It swallowed me whole |
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My flesh turned into meat |
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And I can't look back now |
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Cause the beast has come clean |
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We flew over the Cascades |
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We were forced to behave |
