| For a moment you could feel, like you never felt before
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| In your mind you set fire to all the billboards
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| 'Til the cars disappear and it’s just you on a horse
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| And something inside you says you’re finally ready, Baby
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| The panic in your chest
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| Is the call of the wild
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| It’s the song from oblivion
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| It’s the end of denial
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| Now you’re calling your doctor
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| Cuz you’re crying like a child
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| But something inside you says you’re finally ready
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| The moment you realize you’re made out of earth
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| Is the moment you feel your heart start to give birth
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| Now you’re saying «I love you, and where does it hurt?»
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| And something inside you says you’re finally ready, Baby
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| It’s the pissed-off rantings when there shouldn’t have been a word
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| All your broken pieces are a buffalo herd
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| The moment you surrender you turn into a birds
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| And then something inside you says you’re finally ready
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| You gotta set down the baggage you picked up as a kid
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| You know you’re only good as the sins you forgive
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| Gotta give yourself grace for the way that you lived |
| And something inside you says you’re finally ready, Baby
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| This is the call of the wild
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| This is the Song from Oblivion
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| You can just make out the words as the spirits are singing them
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| «Children, we love you, now go make this right again»
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| It’s the smell of the campfire, the beat of the drummer
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| You look in the mirror, and see your great grandmother
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| All of the ancestors under the streets
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| Lift up their song singing «You're finally ready, Baby» |