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It's twenty below |
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That I don't feel the cold, anymore. |
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Though the elements conspire, |
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To drain me of desire, |
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I move on. |
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So I have spent so long searching, |
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Didn't know what |
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I was looking for. |
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Don't know where |
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I've been, |
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Much less to where |
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I'm heading. |
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Led by the impulse that's embedded in my flesh |
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I have spent so long searching, |
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Didn't know what |
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I was looking for. |
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So in love with the horizon that |
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I, Didn't see night fall |
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Every ragged breath |
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I feel a little more at peace inside, (don't let anybody tell you otherwise) |
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Though the weather rages |
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No, I never hide (It's only in the journey that we're really alive) |
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I have spent so long searching, |
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Didn't know what |
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I was looking for. |
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So in love with the horizon that |
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I, Didn't see night fall |
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So the weather rages (No I'll never hide) |
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Only in the journey are we really alive |