| Gifts of the valley
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| Gifts of the sea
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| Get out, brother
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| You can’t ride for free
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| Your night’s got fever
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| It’s come on strong
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| And there’s a whole lotta dark
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| Before we’re gonna see the dawn
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| Seven days, seven nights
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| In the wild, wild wood
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| The sun don’t shine
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| And the water’s no good
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| Seven days, seven nights
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| Of unsettling dreams
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| Of a fire fueled by thorns
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| And unclaimed things
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| Keep your cool and show a little cunning
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| And from this fire, you will watch
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| Sweet your sour with a little honey
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| Sometimes high is not the top
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| Sometimes high is not the top
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| To all you strangers
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| I’m known to meet
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| If you don’t want trouble
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| Then that trouble beat
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| If you don’t know heartache
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| Then you don’t know love
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| You don’t know the sound
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| Of my cooin' dove
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| Keep your cool and show a little cunning
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| And out of this fire, you will watch
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| Sweet your sour with a little honey
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| Sometimes high is not the top
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| Sometimes high is not the top
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| Keep your cool and show a little cunning
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| And out of this fire, you will watch
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| Sweet your sour with a little honey
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| Sometimes high is not the top
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| Sometimes high is not the top
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| Sometimes high is not the top |