| I still hear the drum we used to beat
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| It’s still like a wind amongst the trees
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| On the edge of town
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| When the sun went down
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| Light and silhouette makes such a scene
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| Where’s everybody gone?
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| This used to be the place
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| Drifted far, the path now I can change
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| If you could only see
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| How it used to be
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| Feel it rushing over diamond breeze
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| Try to do it but always the same
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| You’re walking under just a little bit further
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| Think about it, but no one to blame
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| Talking of it 'til my skin gets harder
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| Try to do it but always the same
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| You’re walking under just a little bit further
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| Think about it, but no one to blame
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| Talking of it 'til my skin gets harder
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| Car lights fall across the darkened plan
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| Shine them down so we know where we stand
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| Always said we went too fast
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| But lost it on the bend
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| Hide up in the trees, you’ll find our names
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| Now we walk further feels
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| It never felt so real
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| But we were in the distance of a place
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| Try to do it but always the same
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| You’re walking under just a little bit further
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| Think about it, but no one to blame
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| Talking of it 'til my skin gets harder
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| Try to do it but always the same
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| You’re walking under just a little bit further
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| Think about it, but no one to blame
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| Talking of it 'til my skin gets harder |