| Where ever we go, we’ll never be lost
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| Some follow the compass rose, some follow the cross
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| Me, I follow roads compulsively, 'til sirens call me off
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| Then I wander, eyes closed, following songs
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| This rivers a hymnal, the leaves are applause
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| The trees sing in whispers, with the wind pulling their arms
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| Hold still, and listen, your hand on my heart
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| If you need them, these beacons will lead you back to the start
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| Yup
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| No axe has seen these woods since before your father stood
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| The path is beaten good from the feet of all who wandered through it
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| Old growth, holds hope, let the brambles scrape your skin
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| Scars are storybooks, the blood will wash away your sins
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| Now let that sun slip, then let that moon rise
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| Follow in no footsteps, listen for the true guides
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| Woods will play tricks upon pretty blue eyes
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| Is that glimmer the river, or your village finally brought back to life?
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| Follow me tonight, I’ll show you what’s it like
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| To be alive
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| I know it seems like we’re all lost, we see the secrets, we know the unknown
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| Know the unknown
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| Know the unknown
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| Keep close, hold my hand now, just be strong
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| We can follow this river right back to your home
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| Back to your home
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| Back to your home
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| At the palace in Versailles, 400 years before this
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| They are packing up supplies, preparing for a long trip
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| That they may not survive, but many of them know this
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| They would rather die, than to leave the question open
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| So this is why we try? |
| We bet it all on hopeless?
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| And swim against the tide 'til until our every bone is broken
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| A sinking ship is still a ship, no captain has spoke the obit
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| 'Til the crew is flew, crow’s nest slips silent beneath the ocean
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| We set sail without an anchor, we count upon that never stop
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| An anchor’s just a coffin nail, waiting for that hammer drop
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| It holds you by the ankles 'til it pulls you to the Acheron
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| Trade stable to be able to slip out from under devil’s thumb
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| Keep your acres, my home is where my hat is hung
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| Postcard-printed paper, and love notes from the lattice rungs
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| Blessed are the vagrant, the lonely are the static ones
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| It’s every drifter’s confirmation this world is just ravishing
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| I know it seems like we’re all lost, we can follow this river back home
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| River back home
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| River back home
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| I know it seems like we’re all lost, we see the secrets, we know the unknown
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| Know the unknown
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| Know the unknown
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| Keep close, hold my hand now, just be strong
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| We can follow this river right back to your home
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| Back to your home
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| Back to your home
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| I know it seems like we’re all lost, we see the secrets, we know the unknown
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| Know the unknown
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| Know the unknown |