| This wasteland sprawls for miles
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| And choreographs with the wind
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| And the trees stand like soldiers
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| And they’re ready for anything
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| As the the ground tremors
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| It tremors, the flames flicker
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| They flicker, my heart it shivers
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| It shivers at the weight of your words
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| As the the ground tremors
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| It tremors, the flames flicker
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| They flicker, my heart it shivers
|
| It shivers at the weight of your words
|
| As the the ground tremors
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| It tremors, th flames flicker
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| They flickr, my heart it shivers
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| It shivers at the weight of your words
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| Tremors, tremors
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| Tremors, tremors
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| A distant roll of thunder puts me in my place
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| And we’ve all been reckless, but not all of us escape
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| As the the ground tremors
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| It tremors, the flames flicker
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| They flicker, my heart it shivers
|
| It shivers at the weight of your words
|
| As the the ground tremors
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| As tremors, the flames flicker
|
| They flicker, my heart it shivers
|
| It shivers at the weight of your words |