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Blood sun winter, shut my eyes |
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The end has come and gone |
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Witness to humanity |
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And how it was undone |
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I've always said I'd have it all |
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If I could be unborn |
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I'd rather be a wild bird |
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And I'd rather be a thorn |
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Black sky cloaks the mountainside |
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A land beyond our lands |
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I'm witness to and witnessing |
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And how it plays now hand |
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I've always said I'd trade it all |
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For places unadorned |
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My mind is calm and animal |
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And sharp and reborn |
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Throw away your letters and numbers |
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And make sure to cover your tracks |
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Throw away your desires and treasures |
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And make sure you burn all the maps |
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Throw away your letters and numbers |
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And make sure to cover your tracks |
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Throw away your desires and treasures |
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And make sure your burn all the maps |