| It’s a long and tiring journey for a brave young man to go
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| And his eyes will seek distractions, searching high and low
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| And passing through the forest, many young men got to know
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| A strange young girl with nothing on, nowhere to go
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| This should have raised a question, I think it sould have raised two
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| But she promised she would let them do the things they’d like to do
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| And somewhere deep inside, they knew where they were going
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| When she took her hand and led them to those strange and secret places
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| And as those young men sow their seed in that secluded sunlit glade
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| And that is when their eyes turn black, they die inside, they die inside
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| Southward down the path, she held his hand
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| Walking backwards, looking straight into his eyes
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| Southward to that place drenched in that strange, sunny haze
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| Over hills and over meadows, through woods strange and forgotten
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| And somewhere deep inside, they knew where they were going
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| When she took her hand and led them to those strange and secret places
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| And as those young men sow their seed in that secluded sunlit glade
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| And that is when their eyes turn black, they die inside |