| Been a long time, in a low place
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| Surrounded by what I have made
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| Need to get away
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| Get away from what relates
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| And what was done
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| Cuz it's all over now
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| Through the woods, I come running to loose leaf
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| And carve my name
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| In the lines, there's not a trace
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| I hear the ghost whisper, and those old eyes watching me
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| But I feel safe...
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| Grandfather looking over me
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| He said:
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| "Don't make them wait
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| Gotta go a long way
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| Let's be brave
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| Don't make them wait
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| Nah, don't make them wait"
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| I sat down, with a coffee on my bent knee
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| Looking out, at the burnt land, looking back at me
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| These used to be green crops
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| And high on a summer breeze
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| Now it's fallow fields and clear-cut barren weeds
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| They said that if I stared
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| The abyss would stare back at me
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| So I did...
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| And I felt it slowly creep in me
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| Save for the smoke, that danced when I took a drag
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| It made me think about the way it all came to be...
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| Grandmama watching over me
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| And she said
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| "Don't make them wait
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| Gotta go a long way
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| Let's be brave, show them the way
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| Nah, don't make them wait"
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| Don't make them wait, nah
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| Don't make them wait
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| I hear the ghost whisper
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| And those old eyes watching me
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| But I feel safe
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| I feel safe |