| Riding on the edge of bliss
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| Freedom in the wilderness
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| Eternal in a grain of sand
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| Cross the starry sky
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| We’re riding on a perfect storm
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| So heed the call as shadows fall
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| Unturn the stones where ancient bones
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| Illuminate the way
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| Tigers made of paper
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| Ride the melting snow
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| Wells run dry and tears of rivers deep
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| No longer flow
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| And the women sang in Vietnam
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| Grieving, cut and torn
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| And soon we’ll sing from dawn to dusk
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| And face the raging storm
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| Riding on the edge of bliss
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| Freedom in the wilderness
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| Eternal in a grain of sand
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| Mapped across the sky
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| We’re riding on a perfect storm
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| So heed the call as shadows fall
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| Unturn the stones where ancient bones
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| Illuminate the way
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| Bearing water, gods awake
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| Prometheus and Hades quake
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| Melting wings and melting ice
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| We touch the burning sun
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| Empty words ring below
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| Broken promises I can’t swallow
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| I choke, I choke
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| Riding on the edge of bliss
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| Freedom in the wilderness
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| Eternal in a grain of sand
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| Cross the starry sky
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| We’re riding on a perfect storm
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| So heed the call and face it all
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| Unturn the stones where ancient bones
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| Illuminate the way |