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I wanna follow the footprints across my lover's stomach |
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I wanna call out her name before I plummet |
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I wish I had a map of the terrain so I could step around the landmines |
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Avoid the beasts under the bed that bring their bad times |
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I wanna find this here so-called treasure |
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The pleasure, the trinkets, the never-ending weekends |
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Acknowledging that I'm still just a piece of the sequence |
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But seein' these different footprints got me needin' to show my weakness |
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The timeline, the time zones, I cross them with my eyes closed |
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Memorized the landmarks and learned the cycles |
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The weather patterns, how the seasons affect |
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The East and the West of each region learned the cycles |
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Forget about the fact that many trails have been tracked |
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Maybe it's a plus that there's a path |
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If this was some uncharted land I'd have to be a smarter man |
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Willing to travel the farthest to unravel the harvest |
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And natural resources are unlimited |
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Exploration only requires some desire and initiative |
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Take your time and find the right way to climb |
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It ain't safe to play games with nature's mind |
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If I could show you, you would never leave it |
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And if I could show you, you would never leave it |
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If I could show you, you would never leave it |
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And if I could show you, you would never leave it |
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If I could show you, you would never leave it |
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And if I could show you, you would never leave it |
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If I could show you, you would never leave it |
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And if I could show you, you would never leave me. |
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I wanna ride a train up my lover's arm, destination the brain |
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Then climb out and find out what's going on |
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Cut through trees and ride through rocks |
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And synchronize the universal sun dial to my watch |
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I've seen a lot, but not quite as much as her |
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The top went of the memory and her imagination blurred |
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I know she's been put through hell, I can feel it |
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And I know she's touched heaven as well, trying to steal it |
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It came on and it taught her a song |
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It's strung her along and it caught her when their god was gone |
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Now to the break of dawn she wants to feel that fix |
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And all the family and friends is trying to seal them lips |
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I'm not dumb, I can hear that train come from miles away |
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I'm setting obstacles to stop the arrival |
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I'm gonna blow up that iron in wood rogue |
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From what I understood those be the aura fits of his survival |
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My recital yet another tantrum |
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Because she's highly excitable swinging wings of red nova |
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Happy endings always off to a bad start |
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Addictive voyeurism to the trackmarks |
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And if I could show you, you would never leave it |
