| The nights we spoke with tongues of fire
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| The days we walked out on the wire
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| We were young and we were not afraid
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| The angels whispered in our ears
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| To tell us what the hilltop hears
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| Beholden to the promises we made
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| When we were young and we were not afraid
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| River waters moved inside
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| Our bodies like the ocean tide
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| The spirit swam the hallows of our veins
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| The years they roared like waves down on
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| The rocky shores we stand upon
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| And beat against our banks with iron rage
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| When we were young and we were not afraid
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| We can still push up against those pillars
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| We can light those foxes tails ablaze
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| Nighttime still pushes up against the sun
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| Where we grow young and we are not afraid
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| And you, you gotta find your way back home
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| Out of the woods
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| And you, you don’t have to hold your own
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| You gotta find your way back home
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| Out of the woods
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| They’re gonna smoke you out
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| They’re gonna find you out
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| Out of the woods |