| What are you hunting here?
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| Child I hunt what will not stand
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| I bring home the Northern Lights
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| The ocean and the twisting sand
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| I’ve seen the arrow, climb, climb, climb
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| I know it finds my heart every time
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| You’re taking it too hard
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| Remember the night
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| When the fire didn’t answer to the flame (x2)
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| There’s no miles in the city now
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| Promises, I’ve made no promises
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| There’s just the grey and the emptiness as it is
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| As it is — I make no small plans, my love
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| But I know hope dies last of all
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| Hope dies last of all (x2)
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| I have mapped my falling sky
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| Harper’s Ferry to the Gauley Bridge
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| Wichita to Omaha and Indianapolis
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| But I’ve made it too hard
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| By forgetting the night
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| That the fire didn’t answer to the flame (x2)
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| Josephine (x8) |