| Oh, that the song I’m singing
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| Was an ocean wide
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| And that the world I’m bringing
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| Reaches over to the other side
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| Each heart a burning vessel
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| Out on a pitch black wave
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| Chewing the bone and gristle
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| When it’s the flesh of love we crave
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| And when a lie starts dancing
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| Oh boy, it sure can run
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| Be halfway around the world
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| 'Fore the truth can get its trousers on
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| And in a nightclub mirror
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| I caught the merest glimpse
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| Of my pre-human spirit
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| Frozen like a deer, yeah, in the headlamps
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| 'Til it just don’t matter
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| Until we’re far from care
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| And when illusion shatters
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| You see the carnage everywhere, everywhere
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| Everywhere
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| So with a taste like metal
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| On through the fog of war
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| So many hurts like nettles
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| All growing up around my door
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| I’m gonna cut my stairway
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| Yeah, with my own bare hands
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| Up to that high rock plateau
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| Make my home inside the winds, inside the winds
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| Inside the winds
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| Up to that high rocky plateau
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| Make my home inside the winds |