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Not long until we're there it's in the air |
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How long until we're there I wouldn't dare |
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Speculate the journey ahead |
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I've heard the heavens are storm-less there |
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We've left a dried up river bed |
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heading for the promise land |
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I've got a glass jar of memories |
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I've been collecting old tragedies |
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I've heard of remedies |
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And we set out to discover the remedies |
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And we'll stay out until we run into remedies |
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We've chosen quiet ways around the bend |
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We've sought alternate ways in our head |
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We've taken consequence |
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I'll drive the sun is burning or eyes |
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You drive us through the night, tired eyes |
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Hoping our bearing's right |
