| Close your eyes it’s all around you
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| And now the wires are all too tight
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| I’ve fallen look around you
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| I’m the lore you learned today
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| I took a turn in my way
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| And I sthe tide
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| The plane is but a spec
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| And Prevot has a gun
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| One bullet two men
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| The sky is white
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| Feels like a magic carpet
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| Come fly a dying man
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| His shoulders are like ice capped
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| Mountains in the sand
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| Curve of the horizon is feminine so then
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| The eyes do not see anymore
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| Close your eyes it’s all around you
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| The heat’s a blanket of decay
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| Spirits dancing all around you
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| Dusty coral hazy grey
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| I’m the one to survive this
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| Soul is curled up tide
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| The plane is but a spec
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| And Prevot has a gun
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| One bullet two men
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| The sky is white
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| Feels like a magic carpet
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| A wish for a dying man
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| His shoulders are like ice capped
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| Mountains in the sand
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| Curve of the horizon is primitive man
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| So we do not speak anymore
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| Close your eyes now
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| It’s all around you
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| And you feel the wires are all too tight
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| If I know there’ll be no back home
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| Beyond, beyond into unknown
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| Pour it through your hand
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| Here’s the map of the land
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| The horizon…
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| And the bird is so golden
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| Feels like a magic carpet
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| Come fly a dying man
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| The long haul back
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| In no direction
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| And no one knows we’re ok
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| And the curve of the horizon
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| A masterpiece
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| Survival on adrenaline it’s over soon
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| Doesn’t everyone have their own walk to walk
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| Doesn’t everyone |