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At the witching hour we'll be gone from here |
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When the snake-black roads are just about clear |
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Onto the hard-line dark horizon |
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Through the silver in the air |
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And if home is where the heart is |
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We'll just keep going until we disappear |
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The moon rides high on a gunmetal sky |
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Blood of a river a mile wide |
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I am wired, I am wired, I am so wired |
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The moon rides high on a gunmetal sky |
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Blood of an ocean, rising tide |
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Into the wild, into the wild, into the wild |
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Sometimes I feel her with me |
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I feel her eyes upon my face |
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I feel her pulling me down in a tangle |
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Of sweat and hair and grace |
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For the only things worth wishing for |
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Are the ones that you cannot possess |
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The moon rides high on a gunmetal sky |
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Blood of a river a mile wide |
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I am wired, I am so wired, I am so wired |
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The moon rides high on a gunmetal sky |
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Blood of an ocean, rising tide |
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Into the wild, into the wild, into the wild |
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And in the shadows of the trees |
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You can see like an animal sees |
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You can gather up the stars like seeds |
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And through them back into the night |