| Here at the end of the war
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| Where the water meets sand
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| On an Oregon shore
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| We stand
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| Where the land cheats the sea
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| All covered in snow
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| But it’s not really cold at all
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| 'Cause when the sky went crack
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| And temporarily black
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| It left a poisonous sun
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| When they shot we shot back again
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| But there’s a place I know
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| And I think we should go
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| So, so, so
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| So come with me, away from time
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| We’ll let the road fall behind alone
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| 'Cause the world keeps getting worse intentions
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| And I don’t want a piece of it anymore
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| And so we cross this line
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| In the nick of time
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| When you work for peace
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| Sometimes you find
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| You’re tangled up in the lines
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| To the accessories of the crime
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| Because we’ve lost our way
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| And sense of touch
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| Now the thought of peace
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| It doesn’t mean that much
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| No, I swear, I’ve never been less blind
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| It’s just, they redefined the word 'peace'
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| So come with me, away from time
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| We’ll let the road fall behind alone
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| 'Cause the world keeps getting worse intentions
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| And I don’t want a piece of it anymore
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| So come with me, away from time
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| We’ll let the road fall behind alone
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| 'Cause the world keeps getting worse intentions
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| And I don’t want a piece of it anymore, anymore
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| So let’s free these sands
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| Of imaginary lines
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| And what we find
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| We’ll find |