| I’m coming to the edge of the widest canyon
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| My companion’s dear
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| I’m starting to question my manifest destiny
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| My claim to this frontier
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| I’m coming to the brink of a great disaster
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| End just has to be near
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| The earth spins faster, whistles right past you
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| Whispers death in your ear
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| Don’t pretend you can’t hear
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| Don’t pretend you can’t
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| I can hear your tendrils still digging
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| For everything that’s walked this earth once living
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| Then to be exhumed and burned to vapor
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| Can you save her?
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| Now she’s in the air
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| Radical and free
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| Neither here nor there
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| She’s obliged to no one
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| She’s obliged to no one
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| Yeah, yeah
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| I’m coming to the edge of a rising ocean
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| Such commotion and fear
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| Keeping all our eyes on what’s on the horizon
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| And all that we hold dear
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| I’m coming to the brink of a great disaster
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| End just has to be near
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| The earth spins faster, whistles right past you
|
| Whispers death in your ear
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| Don’t pretend you can’t hear
|
| Don’t pretend you can’t
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| I can hear your tendrils still digging
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| For everything that’s walked this earth once living
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| Then to be exhumed and burned to vapor
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| Can you save her?
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| She’s in the air
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| Radical and free
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| Not a goddamn care
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| She’s obliged to no one
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| She’s obliged to no one
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| Oh, no
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| Don’t pretend you can’t hear
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| Don’t pretend you can’t hear |