| At a tin mine we do stand
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| And here I realise that it’s all in my hands
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| At the tips of our feet where the waves stun the rocks
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| Where the sun steals the sand
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| Here I do plot
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| I bang my fists and I crush the cliffs
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| I scream out into the mouth
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| Of this cave, this fiery cave
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| This fucking world we cannot save!
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| So I start again, turn the wheel
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| I pierce my skin — I feel so real!
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| I’m a lovelorn shepherd — lightening skies!
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| The future blows into my eyes
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| So with a sense of terror and bewilderment
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| We damage our pasts with romance and hatred
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| So burn all your books, your videos and CDs
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| Forget all that has happened and wail down on your knees!
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| I take two steps back and tie my boots
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| I run and dive into the blue
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| I can feel the air redesign my hair
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| Redesign my life, and my cares
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| The deeper I swim the more I know
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| The more I love, the more I grow |