| With eyes on the sand and not out to sea
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| Each footprint a mark where you’ve never been
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| So strange in this place, where dread is true king
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| A fold in the world where everything’s green
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| When everything’s green
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| Serpents around spread shadowy doubt
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| They crawl through your veins, even rain from your mouth
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| When everything’s green, when everything’s green
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| The raindrops will come and all wrong is undone
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| When everything’s green, when everything’s green
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| The smoke settles in like a new skin of spring
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| New air in your chest breathes long winter’s death
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| In slim silver gowns and hand-to-heart pressed
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| The red-hearted queen, in awe of all things
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| Steps into the ring — when it’s green, when it’s green
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| When everything’s green
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| Serpents around spread shadowy doubt
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| They crawl through your veins, even rain from your mouth
|
| When everything’s green, when everything’s green
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| The raindrops will come and all wrong is undone
|
| When everything’s green, when everything’s green
|
| The smoke settles in like a new skin of spring
|
| Serpents around spread shadowy doubt
|
| They crawl through your veins, even rain from your mouth
|
| But the red-hearted queen, in awe of all things
|
| Steps into the ring — when it’s green, when it’s green
|
| When everything’s green, when everything’s green
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| The raindrops will come and all wrong is undone
|
| When everything’s green, when everything’s green
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| The smoke settles in like a new skin of spring
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| When everything’s green, when everything’s green
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| The smoke settles in like a new skin of spring |