| What lies beyond the fringe of the woods?
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| Dust to dust, so we leave for good
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| When all has gone to blazes, I start to run
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| Until I find places where nobody’s gone
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| No more weight on your conscience
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| With ease I go back to the start
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| Surge like a fountain, like tide
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| And swallow the bleed
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| Flows like a fountain inside
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| Gather force from the sea
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| Riding this giant wave, untied
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| Let it wash me clean
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| Crawling through deafening cold
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| Turning head, there’s no sight of home
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| Though my body’s aching, we have to push on
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| For every stride, a new line is drawn
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| Surge like a fountain, like tide
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| And swallow the bleed
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| Flows like a fountain inside
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| Gather force from the sea
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| Riding this giant wave, untied
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| Let it wash me clean
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| From watching eyes, I blindly rove
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| To guard my stories and find new gold
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| Riding this giant wave untied
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| Let it wash me clean
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| What lies beyond the fringe of the woods?
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| Dust to dust, so we leave for good
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| What lies beyond the fringe of the woods? |