| I wanna follow the footprints across my lover’s stomach
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| I wanna call out her name before I plummet
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| I wish I had a map of the terrain so I could step around the landmines
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| Avoid the beasts under the bed that bring they bad times
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| I wanna find this here so-called treasure
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| The pleasure, the trinkets, the never-ending weekends
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| Acknowledgin that I’m still just a piece of the sequence
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| But seein these different footprints got me needin to show my weekness
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| The timeline, the time zones, I cross them with my eyes closed
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| Memorized the landmarks and learned the cycles
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| The weather patterns, how the seasons affect
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| the East and the West of each region learned the cycles
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| Forget about the fact that many trails have been tracked
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| Maybe it’s a plus that there’s a path
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| If this was some uncharted land I’d have to be a smarter man
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| willing to travel the farthest to unravel the harvest
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| and natural resources are unlimited
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| exploration only requires some desire and initiative
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| take your time and find the right way to climb
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| it ain’t safe to play games with natures mind
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| If I could show you, you would never leave it And if I could show you, you would never leave it If I could show you, you would never leave it And if I could show you, you would never leave it If I could show |
| you, you would never leave it And if I could show you, you would never leave it If I could show you, you would never leave it And if I could show you, you would never
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| I wanna ride a train up my lover’s arm, stop off at the brain
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| Then hop out and find out what’s going on Cut through trees and ride through rocks
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| And synchronise the universal sun down to my watch
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| I’ve seen a lot, but not quite as much as her
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| The top went of the memory and the imagination blurred
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| But I know she’s been put through hell, I can feel it And I know she’s touched having this well, tryin to steal it It came on and it tought her a song
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| It’s strung her along and it caught her when the god was gone
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| Now to the break-o-dawn she’s tryin to feel that fix
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| And all the family and friends is tryin to seel them lips
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| But I ain’t dumb, I can hear that train come from miles away
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| Setting obstacles to stop the arrival
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| I’m gonna blow up that iron in wood rogue
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| From what I understood those be the aura fits of his survival
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| My recital another tantrum
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| because she’s highly excitable swinging wings of red nova
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| Happy endings always off to a bad start
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| Addictive voyeuristic to the trackmarks
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| And if I could show you, you would never leave it |