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i got lost in a part of the woods |
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far from another |
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cut the line between light and the good |
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out of color |
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when we breathe |
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we can see the stare |
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seems you're not quite there |
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and we've never done anything wrong |
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i've betrayed the whole concept of ground |
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right there for standing |
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understand though i can't see what's sound |
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got branches waving |
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deep in the dark woods |
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to stand where no one's stood |
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when we move |
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we're slow and cold |
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if we're led then we don't have to think about what we've done |
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streams come on |
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and give all of themselves |
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i'd like to lie there |
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that was you in a part of the woods |
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now we act like strangers |