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In Athabasca, we set a fire |
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To the world we left far behind |
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All the faces, we put away |
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Lost lives float into space |
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I got a message, I got a sign |
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Through the wires swinging in time |
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It's so simple, it's like the sun |
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Shines down on everyone |
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Black bird, from the blue |
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I give my love to get used |
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High hawks come true |
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You give your love to get used |
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In Athabasca, we lit a fire |
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To the path that led to our lives |
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Quit the faces, we couldn't place |
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Ex-minds fill up our space |
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I got a signal, I got a sign |
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From the trees swinging in time |
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It's so simple, it's like the sun |
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Shines down on everyone |
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Black bird, from the blue |
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I give my love to get used |
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High hawks come true |
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You give your love to get used |
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Let's hang on to abandon |
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Let's hope we lose control |
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To be out in the open, baby |
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And let go of the ropes |
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Nothing into nothing |
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Black bird, from the blue |
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I give my love to get used |
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High hawks come true |
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You give your love to get used |
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I give my love to get used |
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You give your love to get used |
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I give my love to get used |
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You give your love to get used |
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I give my love to get used |
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You give your love to get used |
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I give my love to get used |
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You give your love to get used |
