| Oh let me in
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| The air out here is thick
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| And I’ve grown thin
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| Been choking on the wind
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| Retching through my skin
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| Coughing up love that tastes like spring
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| Green and starved of oxygen
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| But I could be the light
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| Blaze my own damn trail and you’ll follow
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| To a cruel, hard heartland
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| I’m a cruel, hard heartland
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| Grey charcoal blue
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| Stretched across the sky
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| This lonely moon
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| Leaves footprints in my shoes
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| Wonders through my bed
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| Strokes my paper face and combs my head
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| Speaking silent words with hands instead
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| She could be the light
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| Help me blaze a trail and they’ll follow
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| To a cruel, hard heartland
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| I’m a cruel, hard heartland
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| To the east I raise my cup
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| Rise at dawn and wake my sluggish heart
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| Beat life again
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| I am ready now, wasn’t ready then
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| I plunged into the lake to hide my tears
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| Conceal my salty fears
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| Heaving on the grass
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| Gasping at the air, the sky went dark
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| The fire broke apart
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| We slept at last
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| When the embers die
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| Then I’ll take your hand and lead you there
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| To a cruel, hard heartland
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| I’m a cruel, hard heartland |