| A snow covered landscape is calling him
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| What is its spell he cannot tell
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| White is the country, the plains and forests
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| What’s the mystery out there?
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| Glittery snow is ringing on the road
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| What will he find if he walk it down?
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| Such a soothing voice, let him set on
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| Dreaming of all
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| Mysterious trips he might go
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| Into the wild
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| When the mornings come
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| Sun rays creep in through
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| Ice clad windows, mourning skies
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| All senses wake with pain
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| The scene has darkened, raising thoughts
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| Not invocating an angel, there isn’t any around
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| The darkened land is raising thoughts
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| He begin invocating her, her silence is frost
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| Dreaming of all
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| Mysterious trips he might go
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| Into the wild
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| He wants to flee from the greedy world
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| Into the wild, out of the blue
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| Burn bridges down
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| Start a brand new life
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| Back of beyond |