| When I come to walk the line
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| The fire may come, but we’ll be just fine
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| When I go to walk the line
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| The fire, it’ll come but we’ll be just fine
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| Mouth of the ocean, be well spoken
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| Watch your P’s and Q’s
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| Now that we’re older, the future is colder
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| But what is there to do?
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| I’ll walk the line, I’ll be just fine
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| I’ll be right back on time
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| The fire is coming, but we’ll outrun it
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| We’ll never be undone
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| Oh, what came of the things we once believed?
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| Oh, all lost to the depths of a hungry sea
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| Oh, what came of the things we once believed?
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| Oh, all lost to the depths of a hungry sea
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| And now our parents are long departed
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| Who can finish the songs they started?
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| Bodies are broken, but it’s just a token
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| Of what is surely to come
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| Unstitch the suture, please pause the future
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| So I can collect my things
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| The fire is coming, but we’ll outrun it
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| We’ll never be undone
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| Oh, what came of the things we once believed?
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| Oh, all lost to the depths of a hungry sea
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| Oh, what came of the things I once believed?
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| Oh, all lost to the depths of a hungry sea
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| When I go to walk the line
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| The fire it comes, but I’ll be just fine
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| Oh, what came of the things we once believed?
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| Oh, all lost to the depths of a hungry sea
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| Oh, all lost and, oh, all lost, to the depths of a hungry sea
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| Oh, all lost to the depths of a hungry sea
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| All that’s left, all that’s left
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| Is the echo of a roaring sea
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| Long gone, long gone
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| To the trace of a memory
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| What came of the things I once believed?
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| All that’s left, all that is left
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| Is the trace of a memory |