| We will scream out loud
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| 'Come catch me if you can'
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| But the world will not hear us
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| 'Cause they’re busy making plans
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| So come on, my love
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| If you’re back feeding your mind
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| It’s a waste of your time, brother
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| It’s a long way to hearing the sign
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| Mmm…
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| It’s a backbone that bends into the wind
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| And a mind that faces fear
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| It’s the space in your lungs that beats like a drum
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| Of war raging to your head
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| Mmm…
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| I was always for the failures
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| And we are for the wild places
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| I was always for the failures
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| And we are for the wild places
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| I was always for the failures
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| And we are for the wild places
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| I was always for the failures
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| And we are for the wild places
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| I was always for the failures
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| I was always for the failures
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| I was always for the failures
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| And we are for the wild places
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| We are for the wild places
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| We are for the wild places
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| We are for the wild places
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| We are for the wild places
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| We are for the wild places
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| We are for the wild places
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| We are for the wild places
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| We are for the wild places
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| We are for the wild places
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| We are for the wild places
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| We are for the wild places
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| We are for the wild places
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| We are for the wild places
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| We are for the wild places |