| In the canyon I was started young
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| In the ocean, in the valley run
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| There was hope that time would disappear
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| in the smoke and when the valley clears
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| And I think about the cold air
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| I’ve been thinking about cold air
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| And I was (I was) in the dark
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| I was (I was) in the dark, I was
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| In imaginary destiny
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| reached the palms and stretched around the skin
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| Every breath that echoes endlessly
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| every point to ever let it leave
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| Still I’m thinking of the cold air
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| always thinking of the cold air
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| And I was (I was) in the dark
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| I was (I was) in the dark, I was
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| Tripping the call, distance is you
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| Lifting it out, we kept it with odds
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| Thinking the motion that been hurt
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| Sitting in my fortress still I’m in the dark
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| Spilling in to fallness of it all
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| And I’ve been thinking bout the cold air
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| always thinking of the cold air
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| And I was in the dark
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| I was in the dark, I was |