| Ah, to be lost, however briefly
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| Lost in a place, yeah, such as this
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| Was to be free of the shackles of the known roads
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| Yeah, to be free of all that is
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| I cleaved to the wind and I saw it far beneath me
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| The whale of a lie, something blue among the trees
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| The face of the wave that stole my breath as it engulfed me
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| The print of my eye on all it sees
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| Deaf to reason, calling out to me
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| Deaf to reason, crying out
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| Deaf to reason, calling out to me
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| She spoke and my head was full of murmurs like a green field
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| That last that we saw, he disappeared into clouds
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| Should that moment arise, well I’ll be running, I’ll be spring heeled
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| The taste of your words inside my mouth
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| The taste of your words inside my mouth
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| The taste of your words inside my mouth
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| Deaf to reason, calling out to me
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| Deaf to reason, crying out
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| Deaf to reason, calling out to me
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| Our shadows at dawn
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| Our shadows at dawn
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| Oh my god
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| Our shadows at dawn
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| Well they were rising up to meet us
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| Our shadows at dawn
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| Oh my god
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| Our shadows at dawn
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| Yeah, they were rising up to meet us
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| Our shadows at dawn
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| Oh my god |