| Deep lows
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| That come like twisted fate
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| The world around you changed
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| The black and grey have faded
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| Scared crows
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| The lions hiding fears
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| The voice of death appears
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| No guarantee we make it
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| No guarantee we make it
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| Damn sure isn’t Kansas anymore
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| And it feels like we won’t ever
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| Find the place we’re looking for
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| There’s danger in the skies
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| And I know you’re losing hope
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| But I promise you we’ll find the road back home
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| You we’ll find the road back home
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| Wake up
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| The wicked woods of red
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| Are only in your head
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| A click of faith could save us
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| Don’t run
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| The curtain’s coming down
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| If we want our own way out
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| Brick by brick we make it
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| Brick by brick we make it
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| Brick by brick we make it
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| Damn sure isn’t Kansas anymore
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| And it feels like we won’t ever
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| Find the place we’re looking for
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| There is danger in the skies
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| And I know you’re losing hope
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| But I promise you we’ll find the road back home
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| We’ll find the road back home
|
| There’s danger in the skies
|
| And I know you’re losing hope
|
| But I promise you we’ll find the road
|
| Damn sure isn’t Kansas anymore
|
| And it feels like we won’t ever
|
| Find the place we’re looking for
|
| There’s danger in the skies
|
| And I know you’re losing hope
|
| But I promise you we’ll find the road back home
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| We’ll find the road back home |